- My next door neighbors. The husband can't smoke inside, so when he goes outside to puff away (where it's 28 effing degrees and "feels like" 17, according to Yahoo@#$% Weather), his friends go with him. Apparently they think it's difficult to be heard on the porch.
- My dog. She's in the other room zonked out, but occasionally she whines in her dreams. It's damn cute and also distracting.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
So much for no interruptions
I'm getting sleepy but hanging in. I'm on my second cup of tea. But it turns out writing at night has its distractions.