A discovery
When I write, any sound I am not making drives me freaking bonkers. I've written with the tv on, with music on, with sounds I have chosen. But here, on my office , trying to eek out a few paragraphs over lunch break, every little noise resounds deafeningly in my mind. The guy in the next cubicle unwrapped his lunch. I have never heard plastic wrap so loud. The guy in the office behind me... I have no idea what the hell he's doing, but he seems to be opening and closing every drawer ad cabinet in his office. Repeatedly. And not the guy next to me moved on to what sounds like a spoon scraping the inside of a yogurt container. And OMFG what is he looking for in all those damn drawers!!
Writing will not be happening this lunch break. Murder might be, though.
UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!