I heart Tokyo. It's 4:31 and I got up with the Wall-E crew at 4 so the driver, Leo, can take me to the Tsukiji fish market. It's gonna be a tough day! But then I wasn't sleeping so well anyway.

Yesterday was a whirlwind; a quick-e tour of what seemed like the entire city, with Leo stopping for a few minutes in every place between here and Asakusa. Traffic in L.A. is NOTHING compared to this. You sit, and you sit, but you can people-watch while waiting for the lights to turn and there's plenty to see, from the tragically hip to the tourists. We made it to the Sensoji temple, where we lit incense and pulled the smoke toward us for "good luck;" to Kiddieland en route to the the ultra-cool and youthful Harajuku 'hood, made a very quick stop at Harajuku itself, and then the Tokyo PR team took us out (graciously including me) to a shabu-shabu restaurant at Shinjuku -- the crazy neon skyscraper neighborhood, where most of "Lost in Translation" took place. I've got a few minutes before we set off again. After the work is over for Akhil and co., we'll take a train to Kyoto and stay until Saturday. Who knew there was so much to see right here in Tokyo? It's an incredible, lively, energetic and welcoming place.