everything about garden streeet has been good except that i live on the side that faces the road, directly above the three lots for unloading. four or five times a day monstrous large trucks from ups, usps, fedex, maintenance, refuse collection, food supplies arrive smack under my window and rumble and roar and i can't hear myself think. su-lin says that it's a constant state with us. we're either not doing work or wishing we had. that is better than constantly doing work and regretting working too hard, though. what i want to be doing is reading pratchett and sayers.