The beginning of this week certainly got off to a better start then last, with a semblance of consciousness being maintained almost throughout the entire school day. In fact I was in such high spirits that I even managed to crack out a joke, enquiring into the age limit of sparklers in Japan. Peter Kay it was not, but it felt so good just to have the rest of the class laughing at something I had said, for all the right reasons.
My iPod Nano seems to be suffering from what is helpfully referred to online as: the white screen of death. Thankfully this simply means that the menu screen is an un-navigable translucent blob, rather than being a malevolent force with the hospitality of a Gorgon. I thought that this would be a pretty simple problem to deal with, and that as it was still well within it’s warranty I could just pop along to the apple shop in Shibuya, show them my wares and keep repeating the words broken and white, either until it was fixed or I was carted away. Unfortunately this was not the case, as it turns out that I need to make an appointment to have the thing looked at; owing to their busy schedule this meant that they would be delighted to fit me in somewhere between now and the death of the sun.