I was hearing a weird voice mumbling something while I was doing some free-writing. For a second, I thought someone was talking loud through the floor, on our veranda or someone was talking on a mic outside.

Finally figured out it was someone on a Jazz album I am listening to is humming on the recording.

Watched a punk band, called Lolita #18, play their 35th anniversary show last night in Hibiya Park. It was around two hours, outside, and about 5°C / 41°F. Totally fun but my nose is paying the price today. I want to see them in a toasty live house next time. I am fancy like that.