If I Ever Leave this World Alive

It's odd to look back at the quarter and see it encapsulated in five blog entries. I guess I wasn't in a very effusively literary mood.

My things are packed. The room needs a sweeping and then it's clean. All that remains is to wait until the front desk is open, cart my things to the car and I am then forever gone of this room.

Fifty yard dash.

Geri o shite imasu - I have diarrhea.


And just for fun:

Benpi o shite imasu - I am constipated.