Complaining
When it comes to the weather, it's what I do. Complain, that is. Japan has shitty weather; it's always too something. Too cold, too rainy, too smoggy, too hot. Yesterday afternoon we had a vicious thunderstorm. Actually, this is good because it reduced the impenetrable smog that has been hanging over the Kanto plain for weeks. But this morning, as a result, is blue skies and brutal heat. So I'm thinking:This weather would have been lovely on Saturday, when we planned to go to the beach, but now I get to teach 10 classes at 35 degrees with no air-conditioning! Yeah. Fucking singing-and-dancing.
Quit your whining 'cause I gotta bunch of questions and I want ya to answer 'em immediately:
"Who's your daddy n' what does he do?"