We have a Hulk,.. living upstairs and driving me crazy. My apartment's walls and floors are paper thin. It feels like a hulk is following me around everywhere with a humongous phone that is buzzing 24/7. Man, it sucks to be poor. Architects who build anything with thin walls must be punished for making so many people's lives miserable. It's only been a week since I started working from home, and I'm already on the brink of insanity. And I'm not getting anything done. Ahhhhhh this familiar sensation. Depression, it is. Who wants to become paranoid on top of being depressed? Is it just me? Please have mercy on me, Mr. Hulk
There is a university near my place. Normally, there are few places in any university where non-students can sneak in and lounge about. Most of these places are better than city libraries and less crowded than cafes. Now, I'm working from home and need a decent place to study when my neighbors decide to party without giving me an invitation. It's a bit of a hike, but I need to walk a little anyway.