Unasked solitude is th’ best. I’m curled up in my friend’s apartment watching a furry snake run rounds in the living room, and trying to do a sociology essay on ethnicity but convinced that it’s like shitting pineapples, seriously. Sociology really is a toilet paper degree – all you do afterward is scribble poetry about your melted brain. (Sorry sociology majors) I don’t have new songs, I don’t have new news. Wheeeeee