The koto really does suck that much.

The koto is like a Japanese harp thing. It's pretty much like the Japanese equivalent of the recorder: a shitty instrument that sounds like crap, which nobody would ever bother getting good at, but they teach little kids how to play it in music class. As it turns out, one of this week's useless seminars was teaching music teachers how to PRETEND that they're good at the koto. No joke! The stated goal was not to make them good at the koto, but to teach them a few specific things that will trick their students into believing that they're good at the koto. (Can you see why Japanese education has made me a little frustrated?)

Anyway, so I'm sitting in this little room, and I can hear nothing but koto, and they're making me play the koto, and I'm thinking, if I hear one more shitty rendition of Sakura (a shitty song in its own right), I'm gonna boot. And then I did. And I gotta say, it was interesting to compare Japanese food boot to American food boot. It was a much lighter color than most vomit I've seen, which I imagine is related to the reason that Rice Chex are a lighter color than Corn Chex. And also, you haven't lived until you've seen half-digested shiitake mushrooms. Yum!

Just thought I'd give y'all a nice pleasant post, to remind you why you read my blog. In closing, I will say that there's a chance I threw up because of food poisoning, but I choose to blame the koto. You may choose to believe whatever you want. Also, I don't think I'm ever eating Chex again.