every night before i fall asleep, japanese names keep haunting me. sakamoto, hasegawa, ando, ito, isozaki, shinohara, ishii, fujii, tange, kurokawa, hara...
then the real physical sakamoto who i see most of the time starts haunting me after that.
that day after the horrific session with tsuto, i wrote this in my notebook: fiona be smarter! are you dumb? are you so lazy to use your brain?
after insulting myself, i started telling myself: it's ok. you can do it!
i think dissertation just made me into a mad man. :(
