had a good week, but having a difficult time in general.

went into the office and helped carry a sofa down the stairs so we could create a new space for living and working in together. afterwards i went to harry's and got my prawn cocktail. afterwards i went to a bar and started a fight with some insurance guys.

mostly just wrote code and made music, and at the weekend i got drunk.

someone told me they listened to CORN and they love how i “sculpted” my kicks and i feel like a crook and a swindler because i’ve never sculpted a kick in my life.

don't know what else to say.

i'm meant to be alone