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pantryslutI was staying in a communal household of women -- permanently or as a guest, it is not clear. Present were my old ex-housemates, so I was staying out of the living room. I retreated to the dining room to get some writing done, and put some music on the stereo, very softly, to help me concentrate.
The music, though, was very sharp, jerky, and dissonant (and may have been Erase Errata). Plus I couldn't find the volume control to turn it down. A blonde woman whose bedroom was right next door came out to politely complain, and I explained that I understood, I didn't like it either, how could I write to this?
My music column deadline is tomorrow. My subconscious thinks it's being funny, doesn't it?
The music, though, was very sharp, jerky, and dissonant (and may have been Erase Errata). Plus I couldn't find the volume control to turn it down. A blonde woman whose bedroom was right next door came out to politely complain, and I explained that I understood, I didn't like it either, how could I write to this?
My music column deadline is tomorrow. My subconscious thinks it's being funny, doesn't it?
