I was sleeping restlessly because I had left the curtains open and it was starting to get light. The bed was tilted and small and had down pillows which I am allergic to, but I fell asleep anyway. I had to think about it, but I couldn't remember anywhere worse. When Mizuka asked me over the phone whether it was the worst place I have ever stayed. There was a sign on the wall that said, don't touch the poison on the balcony which was there to kill the pigeons. The carpet was so dirty, spilling stuff on it was doing it a favor. When I arrived in my room, there was a smell. I noticed a sign in front of the plastic flowers at the entrance and it said, "Dear Customers, please don't touch the flowers." The bath was about to close and the vending machines about to be turned off. Barak asked where all of the bowing Japanese service people were. We arrived around 11pm and the place was dark. On the other hand, I apologize to those who didn't read it and are now wondering what it said. So, I apologize to anyone who read my last comment and thought it was in bad taste. This is better than email where once you hit send, it's sent. Unless someone copies and saves or crawles and caches your entry, you have a little time to delete it before it becomes final. So now I've just discovered another interesting thing about blogs. Last night I remember thinking about whether it was appropriate and trying to figure out how drunk I was.
The REALLY SCARY thing is that you can really think you are sober when you writing these stupid things. Some of the worst emails I've ever sent were sent when I had had too much to drink. Obviously I was more drunk than I thought. It had some pretty graphic stuff like Takemoto-san giving Jun a big kiss, and was a BIT too much, so I deleted it. I had added a comment to the last entry about a wild night last night. Well, this morning I had a good chance to test it out. Jane wrote in the last item about self-censorship.