I am wallowing in the huge, gaping gash in the Yankees that is Jeff Weaver. He sucks. He sucks so bad that a text book in my English School makes note of it. He sucks so bad that he gave up the game winning home run to the Marlins in the 12th inning of the World Series, not more than 5 minutes after I predicted he would do so...ask my colleagues.

Otherwise...work is going well. I like research to a degree. It is very satifsying to totally fool people into giving you info. It is also nice to know how accomplished of a liar I have become. Who woulda thought that all the lying my parents thought I did when I was in high school would now pay the bills??? Who'da thunk it?

There was a really loud, booming thunder clap here in tokyo yesterday. It scared the hell outta me to the point that right after it I jumped up and was in motion running to the window expecting to see a flaming building collapse after I yelled out "WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!" from what I thought was a bomb. In my frenzied state of panic all my co-workers informed me it was thunder. So I sat my terrorism worried self down and realized that in Tokyo there is no terrorism, I am not in NY anymore. That is the first time I ever reacted like...I might be a lil more paranoid of terrorism than I thought...stupid Terror Alert System and Homeland Security Beauracy back home...another reason I like Japan more...atleast if a building here falls down its cuz of an earthquake, it will be a natrual selection thing if I die....if I die cuz an angry cabbie blows up a building in NY thats not the way it should be.