We can hear our neighbours fuck, they can hear us fuck. I used to hear the TV from the neighbour on the other side, until his mother died, now it’s really quiet from there. Kinda sad actually. I can also sometimes hear the kids from below us. I really don’t mind those human noises. It’s just part of living surrounded by other people.

Unless you’re my friend, whose neighbours are regularly loudly fighting at times of day where other people are trying to sleep. I’ve suggested slipping ads for therapy under their door.

I have an old Facebook account that I’ve lost the password to. I still have access to the email it’s associated with, but to reset the password (and subsequently delete the account) I’d have to prove my identity to Facebook. Which I can’t because I didn’t use my real name.

Now the account is oxidizing on Facebooks servers; I sometimes get “someone tried to log in to your account” emails and I’m like “go, take it, have fun!”.

Basically, if I can I delete old accounts, if I can’t… Well its not my servers that get cluttered with old shit.

The last time I got really fucking sick and had to stay off work for two weeks I played a lot of “Sticky Business”.

You design and sell stickers. Its cute, chill, wholesome, scratches my creative itch, and is just distracting enough for all the being-sick stuff going on, but not so complicated as to trigger a headache.