Not being able to understand anything that comes from these incomprehensible Japanese towers, I must be content with acting as an alarm clock and not-quite-useless digital image recorder. Here is a summary of my day:
Woke up the Fool (that's what I call him) at 8:00 AM. He pushed snooze like 15 million times, like he was up until 4 or something and couldn't drag his lazy butt out of bed.
Woke him up again at 1:00pm. What the hell is going on here?
Remained basically useless until we were walking around in some park
and it was apparently necessary to take a picture of an ice cream/cone-like material sandwich.
Then we ended up in Akihabara, aka Akihabara Electric Park
aka land of multi-story arcades
and entire buildings containing nothing but claw machines
aka, area of Tokyo where you can find the maid-cafes. Yes, just what it sounds like. Don't ask me, I'm just a slightly outdated piece of telecom tech, I don't know why so many establishments are based around the premise of young girls dressing like maids and serving the "masters and mistresses" who enter accordingly. Ask an f'ing iPhone.
Good thing the Fool didn't go to the Maid Massage parlor on the 5th floor. Instead he went back to Akasaka and grabbed some dinner with a friend. I am sure that he was pretty thirsty at this point, so it is quite fortuitous that all of the tables had their own taps,
along with a handy indicator telling you how many milliliters you've had (14yen per 10ml), and a non-functioning calculator.
Ahhh Tokyo, how the Fool wants to stay.