There are no lights on upstairs. I’m lit by the glow of Ogden’s screen in the Fortress of Solitude wrapped in my favorite red-towel, fresh from the shower. I don’t know why I sat down here. I can’t remember anymore. Maybe it was to avoid finishing the shitty, shitty Vampire book I’m reading. All I know is that sitting here kind of naked and a little shivery singing Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” is the most peaceful and balanced I’ve felt all day.