After spending all day in bed watching movies while drifting in and out of sleep, I finally decided to get up and venture outside. It had been raining the whole day, so by the time I finally peeked out my door at night everything was covered in heavy fog. I came up with the clever idea of making a quick trip to 711, but fumbled with the light on my bike for about a half an hour before giving up.
Oh, but that didn’t deter me…
So there I was riding my bike on a dark foggy night in rural Japan. It seriously felt like I was making my way through a scene from Silent Hill or something. I could barely see ahead of me, and heard strange sounds coming from various directions. I even saw a shadow looking out at me as I rode by a shop that was closed. That was more creepy than the eery static sound coming from one of the lamp posts. Why would a lamp make a static noise??
Needless to say I made it to 711 safe and sound, and grabbed a few snacks before heading back. Just as I got back to my apartment I suddenly remembered that I lived right next to a giant cemetery. It’s a good thing I didn’t think about it before I left, or I probably would’ve stayed inside. The last thing I’d want to deal with is fending off a bunch of Japanese zombies just so I could buy a rice ball and some pizza bread.