When Work is cancelled, plans ended, and I’m sitting at home alone. That’s when things really fall apart. I didn’t think it was possible to have a bad trip to my hometown but we managed to utterly destroy it. One night ended in puking uncontrollably and almost calling an ambulance. The other was just straight burnt. I’m never smoking that much ever again. On another note, Daphne Loves Derby can’t stop singing my thoughts. Midnight Highway, maybe I’ll see your exit soon.