May 14, 2016

I ran into my Japanese teacher and she asked me how I had been. I struggled to respond as I sought a way to reply to her in Japanese but no words came out of my mouth. We awkwardly switched to Mandarin which neither of us were entirely fluent in instead of English for some reason which did not help the situation. I later told her in English that I was learning Spanish which was why I was getting everything mixed up in my mind.

I was laying on the floor with my legs curled up and whenever I lifted my lower back, I would propel myself forward. Another copy of myself came in through the door to announce that he was here to ruin other people’s days. I was developing/designing some kind of fictional weapon on a Mac with a red cover.