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Marsha moved out unexpectedly on Wednesday, taking with her almost all the furniture in Natsuko's room and the microwave. Faced with the horrible prospect of never being able to defrost meat again, Natsuko took the initiative and borrowed a new appliance from an acquaintance who had more than one. Our suite is now the new home of The Microwave That Goes 'Bing'. 'Bing' when setting the time, 'bing' when time elapses, cheerful 'bing bing' with my morning tea. If I wrote techno, I would sample this into a blissfully upbeat, Fragma-esque song, it is that pleasant of a sound.

Also, I sprained my ankle yesterday.