A Call from Home

My plan worked out almost flawlessly. I went back to bed yesterday after only having been awake for something like three and a half hours, intent on sleeping through the night and waking up with the rooster this morning. Had there been any roosters around, that is. Not many farms in central Tokyo, as I am sure you can imagine.

As it turned out, I woke up again as early as half past two in the night. I went up and talked with my roommates for ten minutes or something, ate some gingerbread, then went back to trying to sleep for another three hours or so. Not sure how well I succeeded. I have no memory of actually sleeping, but I did feel even more rested when I finally gave up trying around 05:20, and went out into the main room again. Linus was still sitting there playing Final Fantasy X. It seems I am the only one in the apartment even trying to stick to regular hours during these holidays.

The fun thing was that about fifteen minutes after I had gotten up, a bunch of friends called me from Sweden! They were drinking punsch, and wanted me to join them. So that I did! Good thing I still had about a quarter bottle standing in my bar. Now I am just about running out of it though, so the next time anyone decides to come over to Japan, I would much appreciate if they could bring with them a bottle or two.

Speaking of alcohol, could anyone explain to me the reason why glogg is so hard to come by during all parts of the year except Christmas? I actually find it more to my liking than most other kinds of drinks, so not having it around is turning into something of an inconvenience now that I had the opportunity to taste it once again at my party last week. As stocking up for the whole year is hardly a realistic option, I suppose I will just have to make do with the cold varieties of red wine, and with champagne, cream liqueurs and mixed drinks, until the next Christmas comes around.