I really needed quiet this weekend to finish a major project I am working on.
My roommate decided to throw a party this eve, not giving me any warning, so I could make other plans. Told me as guests started to show up, he knows I am working. I don’t care about the party, just give me a heads up.
(insert fist shake and swearing)
For the past four hours I’ve been listening to Conservative croc wearing nitwits playing Creed and Nickleback.
If my ailments weren’t keeping me tied to my heating pad, I’d be working/sleeping at the office.
I think I need to get some stronger ear plugs.