No, I have not dropped off the face of the earth. However, there is a chance I drowned in paperwork.

I am feeling much less grumpy lately, though, which I think has helped keep the migraines away. It is nice to not have to worry about oversleeping because I cannot focus or keep my eyes open with my head pounding. Or have to worry about making sure my medication stash is full. Riding a busy train when all you want to do is sleep to rid of the pounding is not fun.

My birthday passed with little excitement. Celebrated it a couple days early, and come the actual day, I just got a couple happy birthdays from people close, and an unexpected package from my parents back home in Brazil. I have a feeling that no matter how old I get, my parents will be forever sending me presents while living in Japan. Mother wants me to visit soon, though, and has made a request to see both of her sons. One of these days I should bring them to Japan again - it has been a while.

Also, thank you for that wonderful time the other day, partner.

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It has been a long time since I have had a migrane. I used to get them often when I was a child, but I grew out of it in my later teenager years. I do not know what caused it, but I spent most of the afternoon and night dead to the world - I do not think even the "big one" would have awoken me. Ah, well. I appear to be fine this morning, so hopefully it will be at least another year before the next.

I am taking this quiet day to look into airline tickets. So far no price has jumped out at me, yet. Hm. Air miles will probably be the cheapest way to go.

I feel permanently grumpy and I don't know what to do about it.

Huh. Well, it seems like I did not keep the promise of updating regularly. Paperwork, paperwork and more mountains of paperwork - every day is like clockwork. All I seem to do in this journal is complain about paperwork, I think. Feel free to smack me. A vacation sounds really nice, right about now. Perhaps I will go visit my parents in Brazil for a few days. Would you be interested in coming with me, partner, if I were to?

Mom's been asking about you quite a bit, actually, in her occasional phone calls; not really sure why, but I just thought I'd pass that along to you. She said she expects a phone call from her favorite second son for an update, even though we're not exactly twenty-years-old, anymore. Ah, well. Parents will always be parents, I suppose.

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Dancing appears to be a popular activity around here. And I quite like this mood icon.

[ooc: small in Portuguese, private is welcomed to be hacked by Bunta.]

Very interesting party. I don't think I have seen that many partyers in one place since my twenty-fifth birthday. I think that is all I am going to say on the matter. I did enjoy myself, though, even if I did not stay for the entire duration.

However, I am inclined to believe that it was thanks to this party that there are more stacks of paperwork piled on our desks than there has ever been in the past. That is the only plausible explanation. Or maybe I am just grumbling again. At least my mind can wander as I complete it.

( Private )

( Partner )

I feel like dancing.

[ooc: Again, as usual, Jackal doesn't care and Bunta is more than welcome to "hack" Jackal's journal and "accidentally" read the private cut. I think I'll keep that as a general rule, now, unless otherwise stated. :P]

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There, I said I would update within the next two weeks, didn't I? Now you can't kick me. ;)

However, there really is not anything of importance to update this with. Really. Ever since being called in at three a.m, that oh-so-very-fun night, work has lost the very last thread of "interesting" that I was clinging tightly onto. Shame, really. Too bad I would get an earful if I even attempted to quit. And not like I would want to, anyway. Doesn't moving to a deserted island somewhere in the middle of the ocean sound like a brilliant way to escape work? ☆

Though, I am getting out of the house more often, lately. That was quite an adventure, last night. Princess.

[ooc: italics in Portuguese. And you changed the description to Jackal's icon, didn't you, Anne Marie. XD; *just dying* Also, if Bunta "oh so happens" to "accidentally" hack Jackal's journal to read the private cut, Jakkun really won't care.]

Por fin, parece que las fresas están sobre los galletas . ;)

De verdad, hay muchísimos secretos que pudiera decir aquí – cosas que yo (y solamente yo) sé, y tengo la fuerza para decirlas a todo el mundo. Pero, por ahora, vas a escapar sin dolores. Pero, recuerdo que necesitas escribir aquí si no quieras repetir este incidente.

As far as I can tell, there is nothing to say in this space. It seems that Jackal’s life is thoroughly boring. Someone should get him out of the house, don’t you think?

[ooc: Yes, Bunta’s Spanish grammar is a bit off, but it is his fourth language, so cut him some slack. XD; Also, not going to translate that. No need.]

Hm. Thanks to the suggestion by a certain man I know, I have decided to persue one of these online journals. Jackal Kuwahara, agency analyst. I'm still not sure how these things work, quite yet, but I do believe I'll be up and running smoothly within a few days. Regardless, helpful advice or pointers would be very welcome.

Pleasure to see you all.