Bleah. Housemates have come home and are watching some Top-40-pop video
on TV, loudly. Which means (a) I can't use the kitchen to make myself
some chai, as I was planning, unless i want to make smalltalk with whatever
superficial person is visiting this time, (b) and even if I do (and I could
just be antisocial and don a Walkperson), the living room will be lit up
brightly like a Happy Shopping Ground, which does not contribute to enjoyment
of a cup of chai, something no amount of Slowdive or Lisa Gerrard on
headphones can ameliorate.
Also, normally I would put on a CD to block the noise out, but right now I am
working on (mixing) some music in Cubase, and when it stops, I can hear the
teeny-pop onslaught.
Which reminds me: I should make some time to go looking for a flat.