Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. And never when when it would get in my way. Just enough to make it unsafe to ride my bike. The rain over here is so depressing. Now compound that with Grave of the Fireflies, which I watched in class yesterday. Utter defeat.
When I was browsing so blogs from former students, trying to pin down that anime shop, I learned that in Shinbabashi there is an all-you-can-eat pizza restaurant (GOD, I want pizza so bad!). The blog was written by a New Yorker, so that should vouch for the food. Saturday or Sunday I'll head over and try it. Don't know which day 'cause I gotta go back for that quail, too :)
Today Hideo-san's father was moved into a hospital for the elderly. He has cancer and apparently it just took a turn for the worse. I was told he doesn't have much time to live, but the Japanese don't go through denial as nearly as much as we do, so I'm not sure just how long is 'not long'.
Tonight I had one of the foods I had been dreading most of all (not a singing village). While not as 'corn-happy' as the U.S., the Japanese certainly have invented strange way of using it as soups and porridges. Think beef stew, only there's less meat altogether then what makes up five of my fingers, and the broth is 100% corn paste. Eww. Not for the faint of heart, or humans for that matter.