it's casual sunday here at work and i am reveling in not having to wear the evil black suit.
but also it is such a grey, limp excuse-for-a-day that my work ethic is nonexistant.
my get up and go got up and went, to quote some song i don't remember.
obviously i'm not the only one feeling this way today as my students aren't showing up for their lessons this morning. i really don't blame them.
i saw myself on the tv last night--i thought i had avoided this experience, but one of the counselors had taped the show and kindly brought me the video, so...
so i realize i make lots of weird expressions with my face. this is not good. i'm going to stop.
i will try to maintain a serene, buddha-esque non-expression.
also i feel a bit violated because the voice-over person completely changed what i'd originally said.
they have me saying "gosh i hate it when people sigh. that is sooo annoying, just the absolute worst!"
but whatever, i am ok with coming across as a total ditz--it's close enough to the truth.
it's better than Chie's ex-boyfriend, federico, who is in a shampoo advert. he's dressed as a poncy prince charming, climbing a japanese rapunzel's rope of hair. he gets to the balcony, but then her hair breaks (its damaged, you see, in dire need of this new extra-conditioning treatment), and he falls into the abyss, flailing his white-stockinged skinny legs. so much for dignity.

this is turning into a bad habit. but my student is a no-show so i may as well use this computer sitting in front of me.
i have a stomachache so painful i want to just die. and it's cold again. *whimper*
but tomorrow is payday so things are looking up. i may treat myself to some flowers -- my corner flowershop has a special on sweet peas.
this month's theme song (for many people, not just me) is "I was born to love you" by Queen. it plays in the opening credits for Pride, Kimutaku's (my SMAP-boy) latest tv drama. it is sooo good. Mo and I spent like an hour obsessing on how good the show is, and how we actually find ice hockey interesting now.

blogging from work...i thought i'd do a quick, stealthy note and say i haven't disappeared entirely.
spring is slowly nudging winter out of the way and the plum trees around my neighborhood are blooming, their pink blossoms shivering in the still icy wind.
i adore spring; i am looking forward to putting away my cashmere coat in exchange for my white trenchcoat, and replacing my fuzzy scarf for a lighter, pastel one.
but spring is also the season of 'fay fever' (as hay fever is called here), and the public will soon morph into a red-eyed, sniffling mass of people, all wearing white masks which supposedly help block out the pollen. frankly it's a little frightening.
tomorrow i am having dinner w/Mo and S, who i haven't seen in ages. we are trying a new vietnamese restaurant. i love Mo because she always gives me free stationary or calendars (her sister is a graphic designer) -- she says she is bringing me a cat-themed calandar tomorrow.
meanwhile little A is not speaking to me. she is miffed because i had the audacity to speak to our dance teacher without her there to chaperone. the nerve of me! i think a little jealousy will do her good--maybe she'll be inspired to act on her feelings instead of passively pining away.
the temptation to play matchmaker is very great, but i am trying to behave myself. though the last time i did the cupid thing, i was quite successful. noripi had taken a fancy to J, but J was adamant that he could never see her as anything other than his co-worker. but i cast my little spell and now they are a nauseatingly lovey-dovey duo. they have taken to consulting with me about their intimate details -- i am flattered they value my opinion, but really do i have to be involved in choosing what undergarments they should purchase to turn each other on? honestly.