grr.
Tunless boy is playing recorded music, which is a mixed blessing-- when he is playing his guitar at least I know he won't play long; he never does. Recorded, however, can go on all evening. I can't tell what he's playing; it's sort of a droning noise with occasional thumps, because he's considerate enough to not really crank it up. And the next door neighbor has a new dog-- large, by the sound of it, and it is unhappy to be alone, and is alternately barking and whimpering. Which it does much of the time, BTW. And me? I have a cross-eyed migraine and a paper due on Monday, and I'm supposed to be in class all day tomorrow and have demographic research ready, which I haven't done. I am so not a happy camper.
