A tale of epicness

Listening to: On the floor by Jennifer Lopez
Currently drinking: Cafe au lait courtesy of McDonalds

Today I am going to tell you about my morning. The series of events that I will retell can only be thought of as "epic."

I've already told you about how recently my ability to sleep has been little to none, and last night was no different. At first it was fine, I went to bed around ten o'clock, thinking to get a nice early start, and fell asleep right away. Well, 2am rolls around and, DING, my eyes pop open bright and ready for the day's activities (too bad it wasn't actually daytime >.<). Okay... I think, I can handle this, so I proceed to get up and be productive (i.e. pre-packing to see how much space is left in my bag).  As time proceeds to slowly trudge on, I realize, although I am quite sleepy, I will probably not be able to go back to dreamland.... and so 5am stumbles in and sleepily says hello while I lay there restless yet unable to really do anything. And then the cravings come, ravaging and attacking my body like vultures eating out the pit of my stomach; I had to have McDonalds...


I thought they would go away, you know, leave my poor defenseless body alone out of pity or something, but eventually, after about an hour of drifting in and out of what I can only call my "zombie state," I decided to take action. I would not stand for hunger anymore! So, up I got, and (with my battle armor on) off to sate those bestial cravings I ventured.

Now see, here's where the problem actually starts. Around my school I know of two McDonalds within a five mile radius. The first one is much closer to I-house and is probably more convenient, while the second is about two and a half miles in the opposite direction, but also just straight down the road. My first choice was obviously the closer and more convenient of the two, but (with some hesitation) I must divulge that I actually didn't really know which street it was on. Still I felt it was the better of the choices and that I would just look down several of the streets until I found it.

As I turned down the first street, I began to realize that, even though it was six in the morning, the sun was still blazing hot, and I was none too prepared to deal with such ferocious heat. I knew I had to hurry. I briskly walked down to where I thought the McDonalds might be, and to my disappointment, it was not there. By the time I reached the main road I was already exhausted and ready to admit defeat, yet, I thought, I'm already up... I may as well continue on. So, I turned right and thought I would try the road closer to I-house. As soon as I got there I realized my folly, the McDonalds had been one street over from the first one >.< So, what do I do?? Instead of heading back that way to try the last street, I decide that it is a safer bet to go to the McDonalds 2 MLES DOWN THE ROAD, and although to my friends at home this may not seem all that difficult, in the humid weather that berates Japan it is nigh impossible.

On the way there I decide to stop by a combini to grab water for the rest of my journey, and for a second I thought, well maybe I'll just buy food here and make it at home! I'm so smart... Well, unfortunately the ingredients for the mouthwateringly juicy sausage biscuit and crunchy, golden delicious hash browns that I so desperately desired were nowhere to be found. Damn you Lawsons! At this point I knew I must battle on, against the heat and humidity (and my greater judgement) I crawled down the road towards the delicious vision of fried food that I knew I just had to have. Eventually, after about an hour and a half of searching (I'm not kidding) the beautiful sight of those glorious golden arches finally came into view. I practically ran the rest of the way and stumbled in through the glass doors into my cool, air-conditioned, haven. I could barely mumble the order, but the clerk still got my gist, this here I want...yes please, and then proceeded to very well plop into the cushy side bench and await my delicious meal.

My battle victory

I returned to I-house at almost exactly 8am, tired but happy and ready to pass out. I count this, although slightly messy in the middle, as a win. I wanted McDonalds....I got McDonalds.

Lattes of love