So here I am, trying to memorize yet another piece of theatrical literature the day before I have to perform it. It usually goes well, but it's still a bitch to pull it all together at the last minute. On top of that, there is so much damn noise here. The guy next door has been practicing the exact same song on his tuba or french horn or whatever for about a year now, and he just seems to be getting worse. Everyday. In fact, I think I notice how he fucks up more then he does. So I try to go outside and enjoy a cigarette and watch the sky get dark, but all I can really do is listen to some dude on the fourth floor practice screaming his fucking lungs out into a microphone for his shitty band. Yeah, alright, music is great, but this stuff just sucks. Badly. Very badly. Now I am in no way musical, but I'm also not putting anyone else through having to listen to cats die inside of me. I guess I'm just bitter, and ready to move out of here and enjoy a nice quiet room somewhere else. That and I am looking around on the internet for anything to waste a bit of time before I have to go back to my script and work on memorizing some more. I'm not really sure why I do that, but it's an addiction, and you should respect it.