There are certain records that I put on at this hour, a certain pair of socks I've saved for this occasion. And often I will sit in my underwear in a comfy couch, smoking a cigarette mouthing the words to say, Aimee Mann. It's an ungodly hour to be up, struggling over a paper (about impossible love) and the only way to make it all okay is to engage in this strange ritualistic pattern. One I've perfected since I was fifteen.ts.
