I cannot handle too many stimuli causing my brain to think. Even if it is something as “simple” as music playing in the background as I am trying to accomplish something semi-important. 
Complete silence is not needed, but a tad bit quieter. I feel awful for asking for this, because I am met with “C’mon, baby. It’s my weekend…”    I understand that this is “HIS” house…but, I live here, too.

I am trying to figure out my finances so I can purchase him a birthday gift that he wants, as opposed to the birthday gift that he is not aware of existing. And it’s either Led Zeppelin or Widespread Panic more often than not.  


Published by BrandysBrain

"Writing, to me; is simply thinking through my fingers." — Isaac Asimovz [This blog is mainly one that concerns my life with my furbabies; Princess Coco and Mr. Whiskey, 'Chiweenies.' You've been warned.] My blog is mostly one of "journal-esque" (diary) entries with few real names being used to protect the innocent or to keep those who are not so innocent from being tracked down.

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