
First off, I would like to thank the 20 or so group of religious retreat adventurers on my longer Osaka to Los Angeles flight for never failing to stay loud and obnoxious. If not for their exemplary work, my jet lag would have never been so damaging to me, as it is now. They set a true standard for all Americans, as they were right behind me and so many other Japanese tourists who passed dirty and helpless looks when trying to rest.
Down my row during the latter part of the hellish flight I noticed a Japanese women hunched forward, trying to rest her head on her tray table. It was obvious that if she had even a melee weapon, the people behind us would be a lot quieter within seconds. Oh, how some of us could have wished.
I arrived home Saturday morning. Without any sleep for the past 16 hours (2 flights: Bangkok to an Osaka stopover, then Los Angeles) I was rather ill on the drive home. I was somewhat coherent but terribly exhausted.

Sunday I drove over to Keith’s, a friend and former coworker of mine. He drove us down to Matt’s to spend a day just playing new games and relaxing. The heat was unbearable, but sho ga nai (it can’t be helped). Among other things we played Panzer Dragoon Orta (amazingly excellent and gorgeous) and Para Para Paradise (another game in the excellent line of “play, look silly, but enjoy” type dancing/music games.

No doubt yesterday was fun, but around lunchtime I was already fatigued again. In fact I had stomach problems the entire day, but not enough to keep me too down.
I went to sleep last night (still now knowing how I was able to drive home and not drive off the 57 freeway) and woke up at 5am with headaches and a mild fever. Some headache/fever geltabs did the trick.
Today I did the wiser and stayed home and slept when I felt any urge to instead of pushing myself. Still, I am active only at various moments: I want to do so much, but I simply can’t. I’ve unpacked most of my stuff but a lot remains to be organized and put away. I talk slower, think slower and just trudge around slower in the house. I just need all the rest I can get right now. This is, by far, the worst jet lag I’ve ever experienced.
Right now the most I can do is sit idle in front of my computer or TV. My body refuses to do much otherwise. I try to sleep at midnight, wake up at 5am sharp and sleep again later for a few hours from 1-5pm or so. As they say, twisted.
I’ve been recontacting everyone, and am happy to hear from them.
Being home is as it was. It’s easy to tell that I’ll not want to be home longer than six months if I can find a way out, even if that means a financial struggle. Being out in Japan for the year did that. Mum hasn’t changed and, for those of you who know me, that’s an instant excuse to get the fuck out of dodge.
No more “irasshaimase” when entering stores or restaurants, or any other sounds of Japanese lately. The vending machines are nowhere in sight. After flipping through the whole gamut of channels this afternoon (rapidly I might add), it’s the same old crap. Is it safe to say that being in a foreign place felt more like home than being in my home state of California? C’est la vie.
It’s quite sad, really. But, this is home. For now. I’m looking forward to seeing what comes up in the next few weeks. I’ve started contacting people about work and we’ll see how that moves. Other than that, I have decided to stay home during most of this week and rest up so that I can actually be productive instead of be restless-yet-fatigued.
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