Tuesday, May 13th:
Our dance instructor [who, by the way, always reminds me of
masui] taught the class how to drive railroad engines. We practiced in a tunnel filled with tracks that crossed over each other on several levels of bridges. It was sort of like driving a car, except that the tracks signaled instead of you, flashing green neon arrows in the direction of the switch. I managed to make a right turn alongside the instructor without changing lanes onto her track and causing a collision.