Rant.
It has been more than a week since I last wrote here and today is the last day of the much awaited three day weekend. Keeping at it is harder than I thought. I need my time to be amorphous, pliant in my hands, not chopped up with a rigid schedule. And on top of that I need space to write, which I don't have. I haven't had a proper space to write in for over a year now. The last decent place was my dorm room, but I didn't have much peace of mind there, much like now. Today I will complain. My day job intimidates me. It feels so much like carsickness. Knowing your destination or having a gorgeous landscape out the window does very little to change the fact that you feel like puking the whole way until that is the only thing you can devote brain-space to. Is this indulgence? Most probably is. But with my hyperhidrosis and the all-consuming anxiety caused by hyperhidrosis, I am unable to live to the fullest. I feel marooned here in Japan. I hate this country and its pe