divine angst

Argh. Today has not been the best day. It started with, well, La Neighbor and her rockin’-out-in-the-shower ways (and, also, the flaunt-her-towel-draped-body-while-screaming-about-her-lack-of-furniture thing). It continued when Mr. Angst and I had a minor spat (over bread, of all stupid things), and it has just continued All Damn Day Long.

I am so behind on all my reading because I have had ZERO time to do it this week, what with Appellate Brief Nonsense and Law School Musical rehearsal and, you know, Sleep. And tonight I’m bailiff-ing for Moot Court. No time! NO TIME! I won’t even be home until late this evening, and that’s no good, since I won’t have seen Mr. Angst all day and he has midterms this week and is also stressed out and fretful. Is it any wonder I am in such a crappy mood?

To be fair, my brother helped me relax a little today by telling me about the puppies he’s going to look at this weekend (so cute! extra skin!); and then we laughed about one of the other dogs, who has a yeast infection on his skin, and how Brother should really just slather yogurt on him instead of paying for prescription medication. But snorty laughter in the library does not make your fellow students like you very much, so I had to stop IMing and try reading Civ Pro. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything, though, because I am so tapped out, so I don’t think I retained any of it.

Basically, what I really need right now is for someone to find my brain and give it back to me.

Our new neighbor is SO LOUD.

She plays her music REALLY LOUD in the morning. So Mr. Angst went over to tell her we could hear her music. The whole time he was talking to her, I could hear her out in the hall apologizing LOUDLY, practically screaming, “I’m SO SORRY!” She told Mr. Angst–and our whole floor, probably–all about how some of her furniture hasn’t arrived and so all her stuff is on the floor by the window and that’s why it’s so loud. And while she’s telling him this, she’s wrapped in her towel. Well, not wrapped, more like draped. She had been in the shower. And she likes to be able to hear the music while she’s in the shower. So she cranks it up, every morning. Most particularly, she cranked it up THIS morning, the one morning my early class got pushed back to later in the day, and I was trying to keep sleeping because, well, I could.

Oh boy. Love new neighbors.