I miss Japan already. Especially since Flash Forward was supposed to be in Japan but it was just what whitey would imagine Japan to look like. Some of it was right, but most of it wasn’t. I mean, where was all the crumbling concrete? And who in the hell mixes the concrete over there anyway? There’s a bunch of stuff that looks like it’s about to fall down, especially in “resort” areas. I wonder if it’s the same over here, but someone just goes and fixes it up.

It took me a long damn time to put up my closet rod today. I can’t believe how much time it took me but it’s finally up. I guess it’s because I also moved my desk from the right to left side of my wall (moving the heavy file cabinet from the left to right) and then moving it BACK when my sister convinced me that I needed to put my dresser in the bedroom and the office in the other room. Then I had to disassemble a desk to move it from room to room and now it’s kind of set up but I’m not sure I like it. I’m sure I’ll eventually figure it out.

I had breakfast the past two days at Besaws. One of my friends from the gym refused to go to the proper greasy places so I acquiesced even though the last time I went it was just awful. Fortunately, it was good yesterday and I missed the special. I went back today to get the special and to make sure that the bad Eggs Benedict was the fluke, not the good Farmer’s Hash. My buddy Greg liked the hash today, so I figure maybe the Eggs Benedict was just someone screwing up the Hollandaise sauce one day.

I had a hankering for something cheesy for dinner, like a Japanese gratin, but all I could think of was macaroni and cheese. I knew they have it on the menu at Stepping Stone, a place I don’t go to that much because it’s so crowded during the day. They had the misfortune of being on Man vs Food and all sorts of yahoos are clogging the place up. Or, as the guy there told me, “Stepping Stone. Our line stretches to better restaurants!” The real motto there is, “Stepping Stone. You eat here because we let you,” and they are a bit surly sometimes. In any case, they were OUT of macaroni and cheese, but they I did have a backup plan: chicken fried steak. Hooray for breakfast for dinner.