So, today's date was giving me reason to scratch my head a bit as it approached, and lastnight I finally realised what it was.
9th September is when I broke up with the Cat.
To be precise, it was the day after I hadn't been able to sleep because of his suicidal-sounding messages, and the day on which I went back to his flat to check that he hadn't, in fact, done anything more stupid than just sound suicidal.
Horrible weekend.
But, happier is of course what came soon afterward. And also, Saturday marks the 2nd anniversary of arriving in Japan.
Satoshi told me that the second year somewhere feels different. At the end of that second year, I can definitely add my testimony to that theory.
Wonder what the third year will feel like, short as it may be...?!
Anyway, just had brekkie in the NY caff. No more bagel set (boo hoo) but they have introduced a rather filling croque monsieur plate (sans drink, but water would do nicely).
Best be off soon, then. The Sun is in my eyes!
Also, I'm reading George Orwell's diary online. Taken from each corresponding date in 1938, it's starting to get interesting...!
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