Girl across hall has been loudly drunk four times this weekend including being drunk from about midnight on Saturday to still sounding rather sloshed at four in the afternoon on Sunday.
Said girl also was playing loud music audible through her door, across the hall, through my door, and over my fan. Said girl was also decribing her drunken rendition of "Teeny Weeny Polka Dot Bikini" as a description of a man's penis while belching.
I did not slay her with my knitting needles.
However, I knitted a foot and a half of Bucilla 'Frisky' yarn due to stress.
Mm - haven't written much, really. I should go write a Trevor snibbet that's gnawing at me. Or something about my horde of poppets.