The numbers are in!

After a strenuous amount of research (stumbling onto a 100 yen shop that sold thermometers), it has been determined that the temperature of my apartment--without the presence of a human being and with the heat off--is.......12 degrees celsius. That's hardly comfortable, is it? The kitchen and bath are a few degrees colder and they don't have heating at all. My main source of heat is the air con hot air blowing machine, which only warms whatever its air comes in contact with (so whatever is directly beneath it, leaving the other 3/4 of the room cold and alone). Every night it feels like I'm camping, all bundled up in my blankets while the air around me is as brisk as an iced tea. And have you ever put on cold clothes? Like, clothes that are cold?! I reminisce about living in an apartment with FREE heat, and walking around naked was, ironically, second nature.

Concurrently, there is a peculiar humidity that exists only in the bathroom. This is a place where the hand towel never dries.
A place where the toilet paper is slightly moist.
A place where the mirror always fogs up after my morning sighing, and will only defog through human intervention.
A place where small amounts of dirty brown water drips from the fan because condensation accumulates in the vent cover.

On a good note, the Japanese flight attendant on the plane thought I was Japanese!