Today I had a huge fight with my sister over something trivial. It started with the one thing I never want to hear: "This house is for three people only." But for some reason, we both got worked up, started calling out each other's annoying habits we'd always noticed, and eventually ended up shouting in public, "Don't use punctuation marks at the end of your sentences!!" Looking back calmly, I feel awful—how could we fight over something so ridiculously utopian? I felt so pathetic I shoved a chikuwa in my mouth, ran around naked at full speed, and lost all control. When I see her again, I plan to hang my head low and say, "Good morning, Takashima-kun. As for your current mission... this tape will automatically self-destruct," as my apology.