Koko

I had a good day today. I had forgotten there was a quiz this morning and arrived having done zero studying. (Two sentences which do not usually belong together, right there) but after 120 seconds of glancing over the vocab list (and, well, having studied a lot of it before) I'm pretty sure I got 8 or 9 out of ten. Then, this afternoon, I walked to Hirakata (the nearest city, where I always set out from on my various adventures) and picked up my foreign resident registration card - which they have to me without uttering a word of complaint about the fact that yesterday was the last day I was supposed to be able to pick it up. Then, I went to the local starbucks (so exactly the same all over the world) and got a hot coffee and access to pure, unfiltered grade A internet. I'm currently violating copyright at more than 300kb/second. Which is far from a record, but feels so, so good. Each byte is a drop of water on my dry, withered hard drive. No real water on my hard drive, though, please.

Anyway, here are some pictures of the family dog, Koko, who is a Chihuahua. He (she? actually I don't know) is half the size of a cat and convulses and shivers constantly. If you put him between your hands... he shakes. Constantly. It kind of seems like there's something seriously wrong with him... especially when he compulsively licks my clothes, putting wet patches on them. He seems to like me a lot, but maybe that's just because I don't torment him like my four and six year old host siblings do. He crawls up onto me and lays on my chest whenever I lie down. Pretty cute, but... not really all there. I've been missing my home dogs, which are... large dogs. Very large. And, though I suppose who really knows, and anyway we're talking about dogs, I feel like are much smarter. Captions from the Band's "We Can Talk," form Music from Big Pink.