malcontent (n)

Hi there, screaming girls outside my window! You know what time it is? JUST PAST EIGHT. I have slowly grown accustomed to Wednesday nights being noisy as all getout because of drunken people finding the driveway just under my window an INEXCPLICABLY ATTRACTIVE place to stop and have their shrieking giggle-fits/loud arguments/hour-long conversations. But the drunken idiots usually have the decency to wait until ELEVEN or so to start dragging themselves out of their bars and into my personal earshot, so at least I'm not trying to WORK, just sleep.

I would like a really, really pressurised fire hose and the ability to open the screen covering my window. That is what I would like.

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I've never in my life had a panic attack, but I do have moments which are almost exactly like a computer freezing up when you try to open too many things at once. I just -- can't move, and can't get a proper thought to make its way through my head, and feel like I'm being squeezed from all sides at once and just want to black out for a tiny moment to escape the pressure. They never last more than ten seconds or so. And then the screen blinks and I can move the mouse again, etc.

Anyway, I don't have them often, but I keep having them this evening. It's getting irritating, because I have enormous amounts of work to do; this is of course the cause of the freezes, I'm pretty sure, but it's not making dealing with them any easier.

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So yes, screaming girls + blanking brain = I'm pretty sure the universe doesn't want me to do any work tonight.

Suck it up, universe. Nobody else is going to do the damn work FOR me.