Friday, October 15, 2004
Having the attention span of Daffy Duck impedes my ability to accomplish anything. Amy turns on the television, sits on her bed instant-messaging friends, eats chips/crackers/cookies, and talks to her boyfriend, Robert, who usually sits behind her watching television or recuperating from rugby practice.
When anything that produces noise (id est, the television) comes on, most of my head focuses on the noise. I cannot operate concurrent systems (this applies to everything, including and especially brain functions). Amy runs the television whilst she does eight other things, but I am too shy to ask her to turn it off because a sixty-fourth of her is paying attention to the program. Amy and Robert watch movies late at night, sometimes when I am trying to sleep, but I cannot sleep even when they have the volume down. I know it's there.
The Megabitch used to keep the lights on at night purposefully to irritate me.
I cannot nap now because Amy and Robert are in the room doing things (not sexual things- just things). I am too sensitive. Hopefully, they won't notice I leave the room or stop what I was doing when they come in. It is my nature.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:02 AM]