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Yesterday can only be described as one of the most pathetic days of my life.  The day began with me waking up to the sound of my door being knocked on ferociously.  I got up quickly and answered the door, failing to realize I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, with the exception of my pants which had fallen to my ankles as I slept with my feet on the ground, on top of my bed.  When I opened the door, Jason was there telling me it was time for breakfast and class.  Now that I had been awake for 30 seconds I realized I was still very much intoxicated from the night before, and told him, “there’s no way I am making it to class.”  Right as the words exited my mouth, Takagi Sensai (our teacher) walked and glanced at the train wreck that was Nick Huskins.  Perfect. 

I went back to bed, not walking up again until 11:30.  When I finally did wake up I reached for my iPhone, as I do every morning.  We all know how that story ends.  I shot out of bed and ferociously tore my room apart looking for it.  Not in the bed, not on the desk, not on the floor, not in my backpack, not in my luggage, not in the clothes from last night (which I was still wearing 17 hours after initially putting them on).  I changed clothes and sprinted to the benches I vaguely remembered sitting on the previous night.  No luck.  Sprinted into two buildings to check the lost and found.  No luck.  Nearing a panic attack I went back to the room and typed the previous blog entry, fighting back tears and lost in emotion. 

The rest of my day was spent hungover, on the couch, downloading movies, retrieving the number of the bar visited the night before (no luck, again), activating international roaming so my phone would ring if called (but it doesn’t) and nursing one yet another miserable hungover, this time induced from a bottle of red wine, long islands and vodka shots.  Kill me. 

I wish there was more to the story, but it remains destined to end a tragedy.  Besides that I ate a couple of shitty Japanese meals that only made me go from “kinda having to throw up” to “throwing up is the only possibility I have of releasing this hellish feeling from my body.”  Tokyo, you are indeed a vicious and vengeful lover.