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[skylarking]

I want to go home.

I'm at work, not working, but I'd really rather be at home, thank you very much.

Someone who lives in a flat below me decided last night that they really liked Damien Rice and that it would be a lovely idea to play Cannonball over and over again. Loudly.

So despite all my best going to bed early intentions I'm knackered.

*humph*

I left a jauntily worded note on the wall near the front door this morning explaining that while Damien Rice is undoubtedly a gifted singer songwriter not everyone wants to listen to him at midnight and that some people would rather be asleep.

So whoever it was will either be stuck dumb with shame and will keep quite tonight or will come over all indignant and play the their CD's twice as loud.

*sigh* Lack of sleep always makes me melancholy.

Get back despair, get back!! *waves a cricket bat at shrieking harpies*

I should go and do something productive really. *grumbles*

Is it 5 o'clock yet?

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