gonna start blaming algorithms for everything i reckon because nobody really knows what they are or how they work but everyone is mildly scared of them. anyway that's why i'm late

[sees girl reading The Catcher in the Rye] "Ah I love that book. The way he just [clenches fist] catches all that frickin rye."

One bottle of wine and two hours later, my google drive is PRISTINE and everything feels like a metaphor.

MERCURY FEELS CONVENIENT