A Short Day
I woke up around noon and went downstairs just after 1 pm. The price of Bitcoin continued to rise. In the evening, I visited Cafe Yamaneko. I read books for an hour as usual. I went to Bar Nagomi. I returned home earlier than usual, but my parents had already finished dinner, so there were no particularly appealing dishes. I went out again. I visited Bar Ajia-tei. I met Fukuda-san again. We talked a lot. She is so bright and easy to laugh with. I think she could live a long life. After that, I visited Bar Tachimachi-ya. I met Non-chan for the first time in more than two years. She used to train as a female professional wrestler. She was quite a powerful person. She told me that she had developed a serious illness and had been hospitalized for some time. I drank moderately and left there just after 11 pm. I went to bed just after midnight.
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- A Short Day I woke up around noon and went to downstair just after 1 pm. Bitcoin price was increased continuously. In the evening, I visited a cafe Yamaneko. I read books for an hour as usual. I went to the bar Nagomi. I returned my home earlier than usual but my parents were finished dinner so there were no dishes. I went out again. I visited the bar Ajia-tei. I met Fukuda-san again. We talked a lot. She is so bright and easy to laughing. I think that she could get long life expectancy. After that, I visited the bar Tachimachi-ya. I met Non-chan for ther first time over two years or more. She used to train as a woman pro wresler, quite powerful person. She told me she got severe illness and be hospitalized some time. I drunk moderately and I left there just after 11 pm. I went to bed just after midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
