Thank gawd I’m leaving for the summer.

About a week ago, I started hearing weird noises seeping through my windows.  It was an oddly warm 25 deg C day in Boston and so I had all my windows open for the first time since, what feels like, last September.  After about 5 minutes of interrupting my precious “Lost”, I couldn’t take it anymore and so I did the unthinkable… I paused “Lost”.  I know, I know… but the experience was quite simply being completely, and utterly, DESTROYED.

“… rhythm take you over, Bailamo-ooss-ss…. Te quiero blah blah blah…”

Great.  Mr. Iglesias moved in downstairs, with loud ass speakers.  Don’t get me wrong, I do my fair share of prancing around my studio (with my blinds closed and double checked) with the music blaring.  But, please.  If you’re going to play chick music, the least you can do is keep it current – without pirating of course.

And, better still.  Today, after wrapping up yet another course, I’m rewarded with a little Celine Dion action:

“… near, far, wherever you are… I believe that the heart will go on… “

It’s a good thing my subletter signed last month.  Good luck, buddy.



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