I hate thursdays.
My landlord is a vocal teacher. On thursdays she has a few students come to the house and do their lessons here. This one guy that comes all the time makes me want to rip his vocal cords out because no matter how hard he tries his singing makes rusty nails on a chalkboard sound like angels. He is currently wailing. Oh and on top of the fact I feel kinda like shit and want to take a nap. That aint...