The last one ended at 3 a.m. last night. This one started around 3.30 a.m. last night.
I wonder what it's like to sit in your room and feel like you're at home.
I hate weekends.

There's a workshop in France this summer that the quantum guys want me to attend. I've looked at the program and it's awesome. And there's a laboratory.
(And once again I'm going to three conferences in one month...)

Also, the new exhibition at Hewelianum opens in a month. I'm so excited ( Read more... )

Sorry, students. You're gonna have to figure this out yourselves. Google it or something. I want to teach you. Really, I do. I literally want nothing more right now than to prepare the lesson for tomorrow. BUt I can't fucking think with this noise upstairs ( Read more... )

There's work to do but I'm too tired to do it properly. Sleeping on the couch sucks. And I had to sleep on the couch because the assholes upstairs decided to play their crappy music at 5 a.m. and for some reason noises from upstairs are louder in my room than anywhere else. *sigh* It's not even the first time this week. Going upstairs and telling ( Read more... )

I have become that terrible person who is mad at their neighbours for having a party on New Year's Eve. In my defence, the party started on Saturday and I'm kinda starting to miss being able to sleep.

I'm beginning to suspect this "music" was specifically designed to drown out any thoughts more complex than "Woo! Loud!!!" Trying to do Maths with this noise in the background is almost physically painful.

Every time I hear this song, I hate it a little bit more. They have been playing it over and over again for an hour. And I can't focus on those two papers I need to read by Monday.

And their taste in music just keeps getting worse. Yesterday I didn't even know this was still possible. I can't sleep. I can't work. Occasionally, I drop everything and run out of my room, hoping that the kitchen is a little less noisy, but that only helps if the people downstairs (who have recently declared their flat a club) don't happen to be ( Read more... )

I miss my elusive and mysterious housemates from Cambridge. At least they were quiet. I can't sleep because the people upstairs are playing loud music. And singing along. Very badly. And this is the sixth time this week.

The noises from upstairs seem to be over at last. At least, I haven't heard any since before Easter. But now someone decided to do some serious repairs in the building across the street. I awoke, once again, to the sound of drills. At 6.30 a.m.. An hour later, when I went outside, there was so much foul-smelling dust in the air that it was hard to ( Read more... )