I don't recognize the marshmellow stand or the gaijin street performer. I can't find a koban, my SUICA card is drained, and my stomach is a bit upset from a round of kaiten sushi.

However, I am focused on other things - like my budget. I purchased a shirt from a Dior boutique, and my debit card wants to commit seppuku. It was only the first week of the program, and I had to ask my parents for more money. Great.

Hell, if I find my way out of here, I'm gonna ask IES to prohibit me from visiting Ginza. I figure if Harajuku emptied my funds, Ginza would steal my wallet, strip me naked, and force me to live in the sewers, where I'd have to collect enough one yen coins to afford the next redeye back to Dallas.

I'm looking at my map right now.  I can take a shortcut across Yoyogi park back to NYC. Or, I can stay on this bench and keep typing out this story. 

Yeah.  Bye.