Yesterday, I went to Mr. Japaho at a helicopter meeting at Tomamu.
After that, we had a meal in Akihabara.
The last is connaisseur, who is good at it.
When I got back, it was past XNUMX o'clock and the newspaper shop said "Good morning".
The indescribable feeling of the intersection of late nights and early mornings was refreshing.
I live a relatively regular life in winter, but in summer I enjoy various invitations day and night, especially when I'm in Tokyo.
