...that requires heavy metal, angry lyrics, but MELODY, rather than just painful pounding drums.

If it weren't for the lil babies sleeping next door, I'd have this music up so frickin' loud.

Not written anything for a week- no chapter plots, nothing that barely resembles poetry, no prose. Nada. Can't read. Been watching DVDs and organising room. ALOT. Physical work makes me forget. I can daydream, live in my own private world when all I'm doing is moving my limbs and heavy boxes.

Failed an interview, though apparently I am a 'lovely person.' No complaints at that, but I was so sure I would get it.

Add to that crrrrrrrrap with raised tempers, supposed 'adults' throwing tantrums and whining like children, getting into nasty, bitchy fights... not great. Hence the rock music. Because noise is good. It blocks out all the thoughts you don't want. And maybe turns one deaf if listened to much. But if that blocks out the voices downstairs, no problem!

Sounding dangerously close to a stereotype, I know.

There, I have vented. Sleepy. I know I take a while to comment, but I find I don't have the energy and I can't take in the art or poems that I read. So please don't take it personally. I just can't find the right mood.

Byes.