Falling...

( I hate this place... I hate myself... and before I arrived, I didn't even know what that feeling was. )

You know, it is so tempting, when flights get delayed, to just...not even bother with planes.

If anyone needs me, I will be in Miyagi prefecture, aiding the relief effort. With the death-toll climbing, every bit of good news helps.

Sapporo police found another leader of a drug and prostitution ring dead of an apparent overdose in the penthouse above his nightclub. They suspect foul play, as his underlings had all shot each other to death in a coup gone wrong, and none of the prostitutes seem to remember a thing. Some sensationalists are saying it was some sort of vigilante ninja.

People will say anything for a good story, won't they?

Feeling better yet, old Nick? Or is Valentine's not a good time of year for you either?

Since we're all talking about curious happenings, I might as well share. I was sitting in a restaurant today, and everyone who pulled out a five to tip their waitress actually laid down a fifty.

Well. So much for my secret identity.

Well, fans, it looks like I'm going to be updating from the hospital for the next week or so, since I can't seem to heal myself. I guess I should have been a little more careful in last night's race.

Damn. It feels even heavier than I remember.

How can I help?

Looks like I won't be making the tabloids this week either. What a shame. I could have used the press.

Have I come at a bad time?