The past few nights, my friend Loren has been sleeping in my bed. And when I say sleeping, I really mean sleeping. There is something so completely platonic in our relationship, it is almost unnatural. I mean, we both like the same kind of music and neither one of us have anyone else to talk to, but the connection ends there. There isn’t anything on a physical, mental, or philosophical level, but I think we both enjoy having someone next to us to talk to as we fall asleep. We doze off talking about work, and when I wake up to get in the shower he plugs his iPod into my Bose speakers and blasts Nina Simone until it is his turn to get dressed.