Here is the part where I apologize for thinking that we should take some time off because the loneliness would do us both some good. I soon found out just how miserable I could really be all by myself in this haunted house with my paranoid disease.

I've got a girl problem. I've got a drug problem And I don't want to solve them. They sit right where I want them. They kill my memory. They wrote this melody and if I take enough, I won't miss you so much.

— Her Space Holiday, girl problem