As you stomp your way through every building in Tokyo.

Remember how the Year of Naps was supposed to be all about resting?

Ah 2019.

Back when we thought things couldn’t get any worse.

I feel like a broken record.

What the fuck is happening with this week?

It just keeps getting crazier and crazier.

People are having kidney stones and pharmacies are out of medicine and then there’s more police and dirty camera lenses and chicken salad out of a can served with precisely five crackers.

That was yesterday in a nutshell.

And this was my response to pulling a ten and half hour day…

That’s me closing my eyes in preparation for the next piece of shit to hit the fan.

It’s gonna splatter everywhere.

Just try to keep it out of your eyes.

That’s how you get pink eye.

And then it was Thursday.

The schedule is chock full of crazy already.

And it’s leg day.

Yay!

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC