Was up ’till 4 or 5. It’s 10. Here I am. Actually gonna be spending much of the afternoon out for a change, but then all night will be spent writing. Anyway, not why I’m here.

So outside my living room is a school yard. And most weekend mornings I can hear kids of different ages playing and laughing and running and…

Holy fuck! A bee the size of your MOM just slapped against the window. I only glanced because it sounded like a bird was trying to get in. Jesus fucking… GOJIRA! Freak bee! FREAK BEE!

Uhm… right. So I hear these kids. Some times they have a radio going. Some days though, like today, they hook up a stereo to the school’s PA system and blast music. Adults are with them when that happens. And it isn’t often. I was sitting here, some music or anything playing from my speakers when suddenly a wall of Spanish music slammed into everything and washed my tunes away. They’ve turned it off for now but I know it’ll be back, we’ve danced this dance before.

It’s worth it, ’cause the kids love it and have a good time and it isn’t offensive or horrid, I just like being in control of my own music. Besides I’ll be leaving in an hour or so so why the hell do I care what they do while I’m gone? The cat can hate it all she wants, she had no thumbs.

Oh, the music is back.