Otherwise, a day of great discomfort and pissed-offness. I can't even sit down painlessly today. Curses.
The Loud Musician upstairs is indulging his delusions of Claptonism enthusiastically, and all.*Sigh*
Why can't there be a nice big woofy basso up there vocalising, instead? He could invite me in to see his metronome,maybe...
In other news R Next Door's heart is still exploding.