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morning sleepness
Monday, December 25, 2006

Merry Christmas! The complex is still the same. I know. I should be sleeping at Rika's place but she only has one room. She also said something-- some sort of hint-- that she really wants to spend the night to herself. I don't feel insulted or anything so I ended up here, my old residence during College. Although it's a little creepy because I'm the only inside, this old building is really reminiscing. Reminds me of having to get up to attend parties. It reminds me of waking up with Takemoto or Mayama on my futon.

Listen, we've just arrived from Spain. I'm still tired from the trip. I'm going to sleep.

Ohayou.
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