I never really go anywhere except work and school. Bars are lonely places unless you go with friends. And the whiskey here doesn't have water in it. Haunt coffee places looking concerned at logic homework and googling translations of german words with too many syllables.

My dreams have been of a particular caste recently. All warmth and good-smelling, lots of tumbling around. Strange how we let ideas get the better of us. They slip in when you're not paying attention and lay eggs of sneaky desire in your brain.