Studying on my floor. It's hardly studying, though. I think of studying as equivalent to *reviewing for a test*. In that sense I'm just learning; outside of any context, I'm working through the exercises in my Japanese textbook and, when everything gets a little too overwhlmingly book-ish, I throw everything aside and loll over the side of my bed while reading whatever 4-koma I bought this week. It's a beautiful little existence, these summer days roll in the Japanese heat and rain, my window is open to let a breeze in. The air-conditioner in my heaven is half-way broken so my boyish-ness sticks to my leg and sweat beads on my forehead while I practice hand-writing, grammar, speed-reading, comprehension, composition. I would not trade this for anything.