Planned to do some reading and learning during the day. But a reply came from the maintenance company of the rent room I asked about the previous night, and it said that I would be able to go see the room today. I asked them to arrange the viewing in the afternoon. While I waited for their reply, I cleaned the bathroom (again!) and worked on some journaling. At lunch, my girlfriend made spaghetti for two of us. We didn’t talk at all while we were eating. I quickly finished eating them, brushed my teeth and left the house. It was rather good weather; the sky was deeply blue, and the sunlight seemed shinier than usual. Perhaps it might have been because I didn’t have much room to pay attention to it on weekdays (gosh, it’s so sad to write it). Kugahara, which is an area where the rent room was located, was a quiet, calm town. I took about 30 minutes to inspect the inside of the room. The guy who guided my viewing was a bit of prick. He repeatedly said that a colleague of his was used to live in that room and mentioned how clean they made the room when they left. Does that have to do anything with me? I don’t think so. He for some reason indulged himself with his ego as a more experienced staff member than that colleague of his. He even looked at me as if I intervened his reminiscence without a proper reason and didn’t want me to be there. I showed more hospitality than his in order not to make the conversation deadly awkward, and left the place before prolonging it without necessity. I stopped by a temple nearby, and came back home around 5. My girlfriend came back around 8. I had diarrhoea after having a bath.