Incessent talking from the next walled-in room over. We share that unfortunate wall. It tells me things from that enclosed space that I'd really rather not hear. So as much that I aquired a trickling fountian to help the talking wall blend into the rest of the white noise from city and water.
I like my space. It's lofty. Very lofty. I'm also tired. Full-time position is making me sleep normally and a lot of it.
Going to bed, friends.
