Can't touch / can't hold / can't be held / can't flirt / can't run to / can't look to - all those people are off limits for one reason or another tonight.
Temptation to sit listening to 'Dead Stars' and 'Danger (High Voltage)' on repeat very strong. Resistance essential. I'm going to go and wash my hair in the hope that a lot of cold water will stop my brain being so daft.
Posting back to normal, less pretentious style shortly, I promise.