It’s 8PM local time in Tokyo, but my body clock is telling me it’s 3AM. I’ve just sat through a long, pointless day of cancelled meetings. I’ve accomplished little other than drinking way too much instant coffee, which has now turned rank in my stomach. I’m tired, and mildly irritable. I just want to go back to my hotel and pass out.
The hotel shower is made for someone who is perhaps five feet tall and weights one hundred pounds less than I do.
