The second day of the three holidays.

I really have done nothing. I just kept on lying on the bed.
I really wish I could recover the day, which I well know I have lost.
But the life goes on.

I feel happy reading about a thesis on ENDO Syusaku and his attitude as an intellectual, with the author of which I drank a lot yesterday. I had some trouble with her, but we seem to have soleved it and, I hope, we can get along, as if nothing had occurred to us.