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Lately, I’ve been (un)sure what to make of the following episodes. Can anyone out there give me some feedback?

• My neighbours have all disappeared, and so did that abnoxious barking by the chihuahua in apartment number 203. However, my landlady, who lives on the first floor, did NOT disappear. She seemed to be in a particularly good mood when I went to pay her my rant (in cash) on Saturday (Was it because I was going to make her fifty-two-thousand-yens richer? Or was it because she had something to do with my neighbours being mysteriously spirited away? I’m still trying to figure that one out.) . When I paid her the rent, she asked me whether I had read the top headline in the day’s issue of the newspaper her cult publishes daily (and some weird paperboy stuffs into my mailbox, even though I did not ask for this) about the activities of its members in sporadic African villages in Ghana and Uganda. Then, she asked me psuedo-insultingly, “Oh, can you read Japanese?”.

“Yes, I can read, thank you very much. But I don’t have time to worry about what cults that were founded in Japan are upto in the Africa”.

• A random governmental authority oh-so-randomly pressed a random block on a random weblog in a random country in a random third world country for breaking some random laws - despite the language of these laws specifying - and in an unrandom fashion - that thoughts and opinions may be freely expressed in any given media.

My take on this; this was done in order to strike out unrandomness. In a random place such as this random third-world country, ordered randomness is a no-no.

• It’s almost 4.00am here, and I am supposed to give an Oud recital held in my country’s Ambassador’s home at 10.00am. If I want to to be there on time, I have to be on the train by 9.00am. I hope I’ll have time for breakfast.

Should my sleeplessness be a concern? I wonder.