And I won’t even talk about it. You’re not supposed to do anything when you’re hung over. You have your hamsters as perfect topic for the next column. Year of the freakin’ rodents. It’s all in the head now. But it can wait. There’s the Surigao gig this weekend. Probably your last. Leaving the band has been put on hold for months now. This time you’re going to do it, because what used to be an ultimate high has become boring. A solo project, maybe this year. But you can’t talk about it right now. You’re hung over.