Please take my crankiness with a grain of salt
Drag: Essay Season is in full swing. Shackled to a computer. Orwell and Foucault are just not happenin when the sun is shining so radiantly outside. Contaminated Workspaces: Home Neighbours are blasting Blind Mellon so that they can hear it while they sit on patio chairs, screeching at each other outside my window. Office Neighbour is blasting Phish from his laptop, if a laptop can even blast. I like neither Blind Mellon, nor Phish. Listening to my own music or the rumble of my dehumidifier is equally distracting. My hatred for neo hippy culture is growing.