I only tried to hurt myself once today. Luckily, I failed. I also managed not to buy much today.

I met a fellow pen addict on his second trip to Japan and we roamed around the pen and stationery related sight in Ginza. (Museum? We don’t need no stinking museum.)

The first, Euro Box, was closed, which has become a tradition when the fellow pen addict is in Japan.

At the second, we ogled several gorgeous expensive pens and mocked several others. We only drooled over a couple.

That was followed by bland curry and an art supply store where I noticed there was a short drop off, right after I stepped off it. Except pride, everything held together after the rough step.

Relishing my role as enabler, I took the fellow pen addict to another store where he bought a few things he hadn’t planned on buying.

That was followed by a long walk to a couple department stores where ink was acquired.

I’ve already tested the one I bought. It will be sold at first chance.

Now I have to save up energy. It’s time to go back to work.