When Bears Sleep

Last night I dreamt Paul Schrader was eaten by bears. I came upon his disemboweled corpse at an assisted living facility, in an outdoor area partly covered with snow, and there were several partially eaten attendants as well. There were three huge grizzly bears sleeping in different places, one with its fur painted to resemble Captain America.

Maybe I read something last night about sexual assault allegations against Schrader. His representative claims that he kissed the woman in question twice but backed off when she wasn't interested. Imagine if that's true, and, at this point, I'd say it's a good chance it is. How disgusting we have to comb through the minutiae of everyone's private lives now.

I spent the day in Kakogawa yesterday, the town I'm going to be working in and hopefully moving to soon. I'd better be moving there since it'll be a three hour commute if not. I may try staying at an internet cafe. The process for moving into a new apartment is very slow in Japan. The wheels of paperwork have just gotta turn.