The Japanese Still Lose

Christmas as a kid was electric in a way it just isn’t anymore. This year I’m flat on my back with a cold—sniffling, coughing, voice completely gone, and probably running a fever I’m too lazy to actually measure. Half-dead in bed watching Pearl Harbor, fully aware of how it ends.

My girlfriend is in Freiburg with family but she’s back tomorrow, which means bed days start then. Not much of a change from today, honestly.