A funny time, the first September in memory that I haven't been in school. Friends all around are starting to decide what to do with themselves, or
as the case may be, not deciding. The idea of making a lifelong decision on the matter at this point, or at any point for that matter, has always
been loathe to me. Why would I want to devote all my attentions to one thing? If I end up doing that, and enjoy it, then that's fine, but trying
to predict even at this ripe age the one thing I would regretlessly enjoy seems foolish. I prefer to keep a set of things to touch on, and do my best
to stumble into each of them at some point without forcing it.

Apparently not enough happens in Japan in a week for a whole 20 minute news program, because the international channel reran the same one on
Sunday from the previous week. I wouldn't mind so much, except that it contributed to a recently lessened ability to tell one day from the next.