My Japanese AIDS Test

I went to see my Japanese doctor last week, because I decided I had AIDS.  This happens to me all the time, so it’s really no big deal.  The problem is that I recently moved, so now going to talk to the man in the white coat means I have to ride the train for an hour.  So inconvenient, really, all that medical stuff.

Aside from its distance from the hospital, I love my new place.  The only thing is, it’s small.  I mean like Wizard of Oz small. Like living in the Lunar Module kind of small.  But on the plus side, it’s got everything necessary to sustain life, including a TV, microwave, and even a bathroom.  Now, you might disagree, but I think getting a beer out of the fridge, nuking up a plate of edamame, and using the toilet all without leaving one’s futon is the very definition of convenience.  It even has a teeny sink and a toaster the size of an Easy-Bake oven, like in case I need to make a batch of tiny cookies.  You can never be too prepared. Continue reading “My Japanese AIDS Test”