The Noise In My Head Is My Family

It's an unusually stormy Saturday here (but, as everyone must say, we need the rain). It's the kind of day where the best thing is a few hours spent relaxing in front of the Macbook watching art documentaries (The Private Life of a Masterpiece is recommended). But sitting here in my room any thought of peace and serenity has been destroyed. The racket coming from bso's room seems Rock Band based - Danny is over and they are banging away. This noise is no improvement over the soundtrack of The Prisoner, that bso has been watching in a non-stop marathon since yesterday. Bdo, arrived home a few hours back after sleeping over at a friend's. She cannot concentrate on shifting the rubble in her room unless there is some teenage angst music blaring deafeningly (now we're being subjected to Nick Cave with the volume turned up to 11). Bwo manages to sleep through all of this, and her gentle snoring is the most peaceful sound on Rehov Hanevel at this moment. There is no peace for the wicked.