August 23, 2006
My neighbor's child took up the saxophone last year. Every night we'd be forced to listen to him honk out 30 minutes or so of strangled brass. Now someone next door has taken up drums. I don't know where they are practicing but it sounds and feels like they are right here in my office with me. And with summer vacation they can pound out a little practice any time, day or night. I almost considered leaving my own home last night to go knit at a nearby coffee shop to make the throbbing in my head stop. I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve this but it must have been very bad.
Posted by Jessica at 2:37 PM