I had a confident sandwich today. The wrapper said so. It said: "You won't find sandwiches anywhere else that can beat ours in confidence, taste and freshness."
I didn't think it was so great. It shouldn't be quite so confident, in my opinion.
Today I saw an old lady in one of the stations. She had yellow hair. Not blonde, or a bad dye job but BRIGHT clown yellow. I considered wondering why, but decided to put it down to Japan. She probably dresses as a goth at the weekends.
I'm getting concerned. I keep finding myself speaking English like my students do. This is a bad thing.
And I've got a sore throat. Bloody aircon. Well, I'm pretty sure it's the aircon and not the singing and vodka overload last weekend.