Going Home.

The sky was already bright when we got out of the club.
Because I danced so much， my legs ached. Hehe.
I was hungry， so I bought a sandwitches at a convenience
store， and we headed for a station to go home.
When we were waiting for our train， there was a white guy
lying on the floor of the station. How come he can lie on
a dirty floor like this? Well， it’s not my business though.
On the train， we were just sleeping all the time. So tired.

When I arrived at home， I threw everything I wore into the
washing machine. I was sick caz both my hair and my clothes
smelled like cigarrette. I took a shower and washed myself well.
After that， I drank the English tea John had given us
with milk. Phew， now I felt I’m clean again. lol
Hmm， I liked the club I went in America， but I didn’t
like the club in Osaka...Or maybe I shouldn’t have danced
with anyone unless I’m really attracted. I hated the smell
of strange men....Ugh.