The start

I was abrutly woken up this morning by an electronic bell that sounds like a fire engine. This would be the phone for the building. You know the kind where the people outside call up to say,"I'm here. Let me in." Only this isn't the cool kind where you then hang up and press a button and the door downstairs magically opens. Nope. This is like the 225 Gilman ringer. You hear it. You know that someone is there, but you still have to walk your lazy ass downstairs to let them in. The one perk is that this one is a phone, not just a buzzer. So, surprisingly (not really) on the other end was a person trying to speak to me in Japanese. I couln't understand anything.

I made the trek downstairs and to my surprise, it's the Fedex guy. He was carrying a box and said, "MIKE. HI," and then pointed to the box he was holding. This is deceiving as Hi actually means Yes. But he seemed polite so I signed the slip and took the box back upstairs. I opened it. My new running shoes: 5 days early. Only in Japan. I'm definetely busting these things out tonight. I would now, but it's still over 90 degrees F. Now that's a great start to the weekend.