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My life is just this really long series of unusual stains.

My life is just this really long series of unusual stains. published on

I don’t know what’s on my shirt. It’s white, and it’s in kind of a ring from my shoulderblades to midway down my back, and it’s gritty. It hangs just outside the edges of the obligatory upper-back sweat-stain I get when I haul the backpack around in hot weather. The placement is wrong for it to be something that came off the backpack. Tentative working theory is that not all the detergent got rinsed out in the wash.

Also, I went to a park again today. It was very nice. I then went to the Shinjuku Isetan to look for junk food, but it turns out that the world’s most expensive department store has not miraculously become cheaper since last week! Yes, I was surprised, too. They were charging completely inappropriate prices for taiyaki and I ended up having to call the police. I bought my cake and tiny box of soymilk at the station.

I went to the most Tokyo place in all of Tokyo yesterday. Please take turns guessing where I think that is while I work up the necessary energy to tag and upload the pictures.