Day Forty-Six

Today was officially the last day of class (the remainder of the week is devoted to a final exam day, a final presentation day, and a one-on-one end-of-term evaluation meeting day). Since I have been (at least physically) present all other days of the term, I decided to spare my classmates and teacher my lousy mood and just stayed home. I ended up going into school afterwards though cuz I decided that I needed to see a doctor about the persistent boils. So they referred me to a nearby dermatologist where I had the nasty suckers lanced and drained. I was also prescribed topical and oral antibiotics for the infection. Luckily the doctor spoke English, but the nurse who did the draining was only semi-fluent. So my earlier embarrassment a couple weeks ago at the drug store (when I bought over-the-counter antibiotic ointment) wasn't all for naught, since having the verb "to pus" in my vocabulary came in handy today.

I realize that I have been carrying a lot of weight in my boils--a lot of anger, frustration, and stress--which both literally and metaphorically needed to be drained from my system. I hope the antibiotics work. I had the doc check for the dreaded MRSA since that's always a big concern in any kind of bacterial infection. I should get the results next week at the follow-up appointment.

By the way, yes, I do realize that yesterday's post was all sorts of crazy. And I yes, I do realize that I am a by-product of the very crazy that I blog about. I've never denied that. But there's a special kind of crazy that occurs in the mother-(or in my case, father-)land that one just can't deny. Apologies if I caused all one of you who reads this thing daily, any kind of concern. I'm still alive. Still a prick. And yes, still all kinds of crazy.

In other news, I have decided that dating in Japan is evil. Every date that I have been on since coming to this place has left me physically and/or mentally scarred in some way or another. I am not joking. I am serious. There's the crazy fucker who pretty much cemented the fact that I will never ever ever again consider an academic for a date. Then there's the New Zealander who brought on the boils (aka, the boilermaker). And then there was my date on Sunday who brought on the bug bites. I haven't blogged about him yet, so perhaps I will do a little of that right now before I get some dinner. He's a mixed Japanese-Portugese dude working in Saitama-ken and the date overall was pretty fun. But when we met up, he asked what I wanted to do and I replied, anything as long as it is in a cool (i.e., cool temperature) place. Then this guys takes me to the park in 100-degree weather. Who the fuck takes someone to a park when it's 100 degrees outside?? And what is up with Japanese gay guys and the park? That's where the boils came from!! I am officially swearing off of parks from this moment on. Anyway, the park was filled with lots of bugs who just had a field day on my flesh. I came home with 14 bug bites all over my arms and legs (and yes, I was wearing pants, not shorts--how those fuckers got in there, I dunno--but those are the only living things getting into my pants these days....well, unless you consider the bacteria that brought the boils. Fuck, I traded in boys for bugs and bacteria??!???!?) And as many of you know, I am super-sensitive to bug bites so I have big red welts on my arms and legs now. Japan is slowly but surely trying to kill me.

Anyway, I think this dude--Leo is his name, by the way--is really into me. He was really bummed when he found out that I was leaving in two weeks. When we said our goodbyes he had this really sad expression on his face like we were never gonna see each other again. So dramatic. Ugh. Ha, I'm one to talk!

Oh funny story: we had lunch at this Thai restaurant on the 4th floor of some building in Harajuku. Now I don't like PDA, and Leo was a bit guarded in his public gaiety as well, so we thought we'd steal a kiss in the elevator as we were going up to the restaurant. But midway through our smooch, we noticed that we were in a glass elevator facing the street, so everyone who happened to be looking up from the sidewalk probably saw us making out. So much for discretion!

Ok, I'm hungry. I'm gonna get some food. And I have a semi-date (maybe more just like a meeting) on Thursday. I wonder if I should cancel it. I mean, I don't think my body can take any more harm, unintended or otherwise, from dating Japanese....