In light of the coronavirus, I'm writing a song about quarantining, social distancing, people's disregard of it, etc. In retrospect, it might just sort of suck, and the melody in the verses might be a little too similar to "Don't Let Me Get Me." Oh, what the heck? It's not like I really have better things to do. Although I could be working on that novel I really should be working on right now, or catching up on reading for my abnormal psychology and political science classes ... Dang, now I feel all guilty. Of course, what I'd actually be doing is watching Alias or The West Wing, or adding to my Spotify "Coronavirus Sucks!" playlist (what? it's an inherited tendency - blame my dad), or playing with that cool little circuit maze game I have, or beating my brother repetitively at Boggle (although sometimes he wins, too)... OK, now I feel even guiltier, but for a different reason. The one thing that messes with your head more than solitary isolation is being isolated WITH your family!