Turning Japanese

Some tell-tales signs that I've gone to the other (dark) side;

1. I fall into a dead-sleep on the train and wake up the moment I get to my stop;

2. It takes me a day to make a decision that two years ago, I'd make in 5 minutes;

3. I have become a nose pusher (oh god, noooooooo!). If someone compliments me or asks me a question, I point to my nose and ask, "Atashi???" ("Who, me???");

4. I can walk in high school issued slippery brown slippers without falling out of them;

5. I answer difficult questions with a surprised, "Heh?" and tilt my head to one side (Matt tells me this is rather annoying);

6. Wearing white stiletto heels with black patterned knee-high socks no longer seems strange;

7. I can't imagine life without tatami or an o-furo;

8. I can ride a bicycle one-handed in the pouring rain, holding an umbrella (haven't quite mastered the art of holding a small child and talking on the keitai at the same time, though);

9. My English has become deformed to the point where I have been known to say, "This New Years I will make a trip to Kyushu";

10. I can dip myself into a scalding hot bath without shrieking "You motherfucker!".

...but when will I be able to tie my own obi?