Wrenched from the blissful throes of slumber by a hideous beeping demon embedded in my phone, we arose, showered, and attempted, doubtless unsuccessfully, not to look like two half-dead zombie creatures moments ago exhumed from the grave.
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We arise to New Year’s Eve morning, eat breakfast, and lay out our battle plans. Breakfast includes cornflakes purchased from a Japanese Seven-Eleven, and some Japanese jam which, despite the diminutive size of the jar in which it is contained, packs exquisite flavor.