who needs sleep, no you're never gonna get it
who needs sleep, tell me what's that for...

i seem to be turning into my father--working 6 days a week, coming home when most good little children are already in bed. today i finally have a day off, so am indulging my need to window-shop in shibuya. the new spring lines have arrived, and i have already fallen in love with several seeexxxy high heels. i hate that i am living up to the stereotype, but there is no getting around the fact that i turn to pudding when it comes to shoes, bags, and sparkly jewelry.
i mean, pink patent leather kitten heels w/satin ankle-ties are a necessity, yes? more important than paying my bills, surely.
speaking of shoes and other girlie-girl nonsense, in one of my lessons yesterday i got to help my student pick out a bouquet for her wedding. she had all these wedding magazines w/her, so we started flipping through them and drooling over all the dreamy dresses and cakes and flowers. she is going for a peaches-and-cream look, but if/when i have my own, i'm insisting on pink, pink, and yet more pink. bubblegum pink. cotton candy pink. peony pink. a barefoot-on-the-beach affair, nothing fancy i think.

for anyone curious about what it's like to be an english conversation teacher--this a sample lesson from an average day

me: hi mr.s, how are you?
mr.s: terrible, i want to go home. this is our 2nd lesson, do you remember me?
me: of course, mr.s. (internally: yes, you're the weirdo who told me i had beautiful teeth)
mr.s: oh! i want to tell you!
me: yes?
mr.s:i saw you!
me: really? when?
mr.s: this morning!
me: really? where?
mr.s: in my dream!
me: erm...
mr.s: yes, yes, it was here, in the school. you made me drink orange juice, when really, i wanted milk.
me: oh? well that's, um...that's too bad?
mr. s: yes, yes it was. god, i am so tired.
me: shall we look at the text now?
mr.s: no, i'm too tired. i want to talk in japanese.
me: well now, that wouldn't really help you improve your english, would it?
mr.s: okay, let's talk about my dog.

and we spent the rest of the lesson talking about his ancient dog, who is deaf and blind but otherwise just grand. mr.s also demonstrated for me the gentle way he pets said dog when it's sleeping, so as not to give it a heart attack.
and i want to be very clear here that i adore mr.s and most of my lovely students. the more bizarre, the better.
and now it's time to go to work again after a nice 9-day holiday. i have a 100 degree fever, so this should only make things even more deliriously fun and funky.