I sit down to write a post and the sun comes out--finally--a bit. Washing needs hanging, though it's a bit ugly out there right now. Screamhouse gases next door have been going off for at least the last 48hrs. Calling the cops has been crossing my mind, I wish I had big speakers to blast Beethoven at them.
So, no laughing now at my ruler skills, or at this point, attention to degree details. I just wrote this and it was very enjoyable. But now I must move, attend to business. Look for bigger speakers. I tried tinkling my Tibetan Bell but realised I was getting emotionally involved and that would never work. It's hard not to get emotionally involved when someone is yelling repeatedly into the nearby air, fucking cunt in tones so . . . low. Sheesh. I give them credit that they have not killed each other. Midnight and apparently now, seem to be peak screaming times. Ah Suburbia.
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