Scrambled eggs in ghee

Packets of medications and supplements + 水

Errands to: 
* hospital (admin); 
* preschool (applications): and,
* immigration (hopeful for resolution)

Then buy father-in-law dapper hat for birthday present

Ichiro is outside trying the reel lawnmower

Tomatoes from neighbors

Ice pack on the back of my neck

(Internet carpet baggers capitalizing ad-laden “think pieces” breaking down sht don’t know about someone who publicly pleaded for help for years like they're wise forensic music-scientists/anthropologist/psychiatrists)

#Diary

Meanwhile:

Q: At immigration office (again)… Will my extension be approved for 1, 3, or 5 years Or denied & i go right to airport??

Interlude: They’ve disappeared with my file / note: at least the “don’t do drugs“ posters are now pinned it to the wall rather than duct tape like previous. Seems the office had a bit of an fresh-ip over the last few years of them doing… Hmmm not much due to closed borders etc #anxious

A: 55555555 years (clarification: 5 years but/& didn’t throw up in the office from nervousness) #GreatNews #Japanlife

{was a bit of an Odyssey this time around // had the Tiger Air direct flight from OKJ to Taipei on standby :) / last time I had a visa situation back in 93, I went directly to Guam and ended staying for a year and a half}}

Carrying on: made it to the hospital administration desk with minutes to spare to get some “magical important disability paperwork“ which I folded efficiently into thirds and inserted into the provided envelope

Onwards: to new/next pre-school (including figuring out the route which I’ll take by bus and street tram to pick up the wee bairn from time to time – familiar in a way as it’s from “bus end of the line to bus terminal (with vending machines!) to tram end of the line and reverse“). More about this but it connects to my dad’s first job working for the YMCA in the 1960s.

[Saw a boat which says something about going to the Setouchi Islands while we were driving, snapped a picture for Ichi-Stan]

A friendly “thank you“ for all the words of support recently.

{Funny how it goes: we build real relationships through these beleaguered channels and somehow found each other amidst the static.}

KK says, “damn yer back to Tweeting all day long… :P”

I reply, “I tweet when the anxiety gets out of hand… I’ll disappear again soon to free up your feed for other robots // Anyhow, I figured you would be slightly enamored and possibly even vaguely impressed seeing what I’m pushing through the same way I’m always showing up on your projects #ImYourStan // And really, I use Twitter as a handy notebook // then becomes diary posts in my beleaguered “creative life archive” site for #personalarchaeology purposes // which then, as you noted, the AI robots can slurp up to remix into other forms and functions

PS By the way, always fresh posts at my web archive // most recently a couple more lyrics from my “old man punk” series… make blog posts instead of playing games or watch movies or whatnot… Although kind of wish robots could make for me (not writing, just publishing/metadata)

Now: home in a cool dark room with many ice packs and noise canceling headphones

Recap: All of above is a big relief, a real challenging few weeksbeen feeling a little bit “unlucky” (as ridiculous as that sounds) this last little while but feel like turning a corner and hoping to spend a lot of time in bed – most important is a lot of rest + in kura with creative projects & with ukulele in August / heck, even have the kiddie pool filled up w/ awning & a grill nearby

This year seen plenty of big moves but used all of my batteries.

Next step: blood flow to the brain imaging scan on August 4

Unrelated to everything else: “extensive elaboration and long attention span” are basically my middle names (which are very hard to write on application forms) / iow: incapable of brevity except in haiku #UnrelatedPhotoOfMyAwesomeHomemadeGrill