Mr. Rilch and Friend are downstairs, watching a movie that has a lot of shouting and loud music. I declined to watch, because I have to write.
But I can’t even concentrate on that. The office where I’m at opens on the living room, so I can hear everything. I’m listening to an atmospheric CD (Summer Rain) on my headset, in the hopes that I can create a private space for myself, but I can still hear the movie. It’s not a very pleasant movie, either.
I need a studio. With four complete walls and a door.