I came upstairs to read the last bit of Harry Potter. It just is not happening. Our roommate is a guitar player, he is actually really good at it, and he practices. A. Lot. So at the moment I am listening to him, instead of reading.
I would rather be reading.
I have another post about the theme listen in my head, but for now, I need to go downstairs and away from the guitar, because I can not think clearly while he rocks out.
Its like being at a concert, and trying to really listen to someone next to you. Your head sort of throbs because of the volume, and your eyes vibrate in their sockets. It is not pleasant and you wonder why you came to this show. This reminds me why I do not go to concerts anymore. That and I am lame, and not the cool punk rocker I once was. My hair is a boring brown (but there is a spot of blue in it, that is supposed to be purple.) My clothes are "mom" clothes. I am dull, but I love my life, and my kids, and I am not sure I ever really liked watching bands play anyway.