2007/06/07＊04:50＊Kamijou

『Your blood is red, you bastard!!』

Yes Sir. This is Chihiro.

We had a show in Sendai today. This is just my personal opinion, but I thought the town was full of beautiful girls. But we’ll keep that between you and me.

After our show, we were at an izakaya holding a proper closing for the evening. Bacchus, the god of alcohol, descended upon us and possessed me, so I drank violently. Theeere, there there. Please do your best, dear liver of mine.

We’re now around 1/4 through the tour and everyone has wounds all over their bodies.
I’m hurting all over from muscle pain. (Attachment: two rascals plotting the restoration of their physical strength.)
And I freakin’ hate milk acid.

I thought I’d write this blog as Yamada (manager #1) is getting angry at us for getting dead drunk to the point of nausea, but I just can’t seem to think of a good punch line to end it with.

Sorry. Too bad.

But, I’m the kind of kid that can probably get something done if I really put my mind to it.
From now on, too, I’d feel truly blessed if you’d continue to watch over me lukewarmly.

Complaining about this and that, just kill me already.
Until the day I’m revived back to life just let me lie dead, Takagi (manager #2).

With that, I’ll be making my entrance to the next world now.
Then, I shall be on my way.