What Time Is It Anyway?

I'm in Tokyo. Unfortunately, our layover isn't long enough to sneak a visit with Tsukasa. We're so close, but we couldn't make it work out.

I've slept three and a half hours in the last forty-two hours.
I've eaten breakfast at least four times "today.".
I've watched four and a half movies and even some Scooby-Doo episodes.
I think I inconvenienced the gentlemen on the end of our row at least five times during our last flight. It was ten hours, people. It's healthy to pee every two hours.
I did manage to acquire one Udi's gluten free chocolate chip cookie.
I am more homesick than I've been since I first left my home and family for a two-week stay in Mexico way back in 2007.
I have no chance of keeping four time zones straight, so I'm not really trying to figure out what time it is here or there.

It's a good thing I have the best sister ever, because I wouldn't do this for anyone I didn't love this much.

More positive posts to come once I arrive and hug my sister.