Last night I watched Bauer arrive back from 2 years of being tortured in a Chinese prison. He came back to be killed by a bald man to save American lives. That didn't work very well, but what was interesting is that after having a knife stuck into his shoulder and then a bit of a tool shoved up his jackseye, he managed to fake death, then bit a giant chunk out of a baddy's neck like a rabid dog, then spat it out. A big piece of neck meat. The baddy bled to death and Bauer fled.
That was something of a highlight.
Another one was having a very civilized cocktail set (2,500 nomihodai 6-9 Monday to Friday) at the 'Top of Shinagawa' in the Shinagawa Prince Hotel.
I had about 4 cuba libres and water to match, so I wasn't too drunk. I was a bit wired from drinking 4 glasses of coke. Ordinarily I wouldn't entertain the idea of drinking 4 glasses of coke. But apparently if you add a generous measure of rum to the coke, this makes it OK.
It doesn't as it happens and (
woh I just had to make an impromptu break to do battle with a sizeable cockroach. I say do battle, although the battle was weighted slightly in my favor as I was armed with a powerful spray, deadly to cockroaches and only a bit unpleasant to me. Now I have to deal with the carcass. If I were Bauer I'd have got that roach by the neck and be spitting little wingy pieces of it onto the tatami now before running off to save the Tokyo public from...efficient trains or something) and all day today, inspite of having not been drunk last night and drinking pints of water before bedtime, I have felt as though I were dying. I feel sick, dry and toxic, tired, cross and just generally hungover. God help me, I hope I have a good night's sleep tonight.On Saturday Kei and I went to Tokyo Midtown for a mooch around. It was quite cool, temperature wise and Midtown is quite cool, urban space wise. Nice little park area, with that infuriating thing of having lush grass and signs saying you can't go on it. You can only stay on the concrete. Lest you cool off and actually make a connection with the earth. Which would cause the flesh of the feet to burn. Fact.
HELL FIRE! There was just the loudest strangest noise in the ceiling of my apartment. I have the jitters big time now what the HELL is it. If it is the fuckin rodents again my rent stops being paid AS OF NOW. I am actually frightened. What a night. Eyes wide. Heart pumping. Husband out with client. Shit more noise. What
is that. Roach flushed. Ceiling banged to see if there is any movement. Must not channel Tobe Hopper. Must not channel Tobe Hooper.
There's something in the ceiling.
