lonemagpie

Well, the fence is going to be a bigger job than I thought, and probably at least a two-person job, or one that'll take a whole day. Which means I can't do it all while still on a deadline.

I did varnish one of the chairs, and thought about writing outside, but had to come back in because our next door neighbour has on some sort of US ultra-conservative windbag blaring out the window, which is quickly pushing me towards smashing his window, climbing in, and taking a hammer to the radio. Seriously.

It's not even so much the insane ranty politics (*every* single government program was devised by American-Castro/American-Chavez Obama, any mention of any Bush gets an automatic cutoff and yelling, people should have to pay $150 a month for the pill or just control themselves...), cos I can take that people have the opposing political view.

No, it's the fact that whoever the hypocritical cunt is (he keeps talking over people and ignoring facts, while criticising them for talking over him and ignoring what he thinks facts are), he apparently is incapable of *talking*. He *shouts*, he yells, he rants, he roars, he screams - the full Nuremberg rally performance. Jesus fucking Christ, if ever I met whoever it is, I'd have to fucking kill him just to prevent the worst misophonia attack since ever.

So I can't even fucking sit out in the sun to work, or do any more with the fucking fence.

And our neighbour isn't even a conservative- he listens to this shit for the comedy, to see how barmy the hosts can get... Fuck.