The job is killing me slowly with its lack of song.

I would talk about it more, but I've heard it's uncouthy to talk about work on your blog- at least while you still have said job.

My neighbors are killing me slowly with their laundry. You have no idea how incredibly loud laundry can be. This morning I actually screamed out loud from my bed in frustration over being woken up by village laundry again.

I don't even live in a freaking village- but I get all the joys of living in one- Let's all join together in happy thoughts about Shannon NOT strangling the laundry woman with her own wet soapy sari.