No, Really, I Am an American

My room smells like pizza right now. Probably a result of having pizza for breakfast. Not just any pizza, mind you, Lou Malnati’s pizza. Freaking awesome!

So far, it seems I’ve accomplished about half my list: Pepsi’s been drunk; Lou’s, Portillo’s, and Cheetos have been consumed; a date has been fixed for the roast; went to Border’s, although have yet to spend money there. All in all, not too bad for only being here about four days.

I was doing really good yesterday with the whole not sleeping when I shouldn’t thing. Totally thought I had the sleep schedule in the bag, right? Yeah, not so much. Instead of 5:00 AM, though, I woke up at 6:00 AM. Go me.

After much consideration, I think next year (provided I don’t return sooner), I will schedule my holiday visit much closer to Christmas. It seems people will have more time thereafter, like in January. I had originally done this because I thought I would need to do Christmas shopping. I feel so relieved that I don’t. It’s kind of a neat feeling knowing it’s all done. Makes for interesting packing.

I’ve already filled the space in my luggage with books, though. I was rummaging around the basement and found the rest of the books I want to take with me to Japan. The Ordonii have offered to send me stuff as well, which I may take them up on, but would have to wait until I move. (Still not looking forward to that.)

Catching up on comics has been pretty good. Finally finished Infinite Crisis and now I’m making my way through Teen Titans. I plan on hitting up Dreamland on Wednesday just to browse…more likely buy ‘cuz let’s face it, it’s me and there are times when I don’t know what will power is.

The weather here has been much like Osaka — warm for this time of year. It’s mildly disconcerting. I’m hoping for a snow storm soon, but that seems unlikely.

That’s about it for now. I think I’ll finally get around to watching Battlestar.