I’ll try and sum up where we are in Tokyo right now.  We are not totally fucked, but maybe 80% of the way there.  The perfect storm of job impacting factors we experienced has not really let up, and as such we have continued to get poorer and poorer.  Now we are playing a simple game called “survive somehow”.  In just a few weeks we will be able to leave the jobless money hole that is Tokyo and head to the sunny rolling green paradise lucky fun hills of Korea.  A land, I’ve heard, where money shoots from the mouths of passing street vendors directly into your pockets and the city holds a parade in your honor the day you step off the plane.  I certainly hope I have not been misled.

Needless to say, the lack of money affects every part of our daily lives here, from eating food that has flavors to actually getting to do things other than crying alone into empty wallets.  As awesome as this city is, having money in a different city could possibly be much more awesome.