Listening to: Flying Machines, “On a Whim”–and the dulcet tones of my neighbor’s chainsaw.
You would think his constant weekend chainsawing would be more offensive, simply because more people are home, and trying to do things like sleep in, or work around the house, or read. But, to me at least, the Monday chainsawing is the most egregious. I mean, it’s Monday. Mondays, in general, burst with suckitude. The weekend’s over, and a long week begins yet again, with more goals that will go unmet, more projects continually unfinished, etc. The weekend seems so very far away. And the cat is bothering me with renewed vigor, since he doesn’t have TH around to chase him about the house.
Plus, I’m the only one in the vicinity who’s home, as far as I can tell. So it seems like Chainsaw Man is doing all this for my benefit. “Look at me, I have a chainsaw, and I use it on the weekdays, too! I cut down trees! WhirrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
There. It’s out of my system. I’m going to turn the volume up a few more notches, thank God for headphones, and get back to work.
Or I’m going to start perusing the real estate listings in the area.
One of the two.