ever since last night, i've been having little knives stab me in the temples. randomly.
the school across the street is having a "talk with a whistle day" (or so it seems) because there ism't the usual sound of children playing/laughing/screaming, but the contenous, no stop, sound of 500 whistles going off. and its been that way for 3 fucking hours. ahhhh - the little darlings have been released from the daily prison to return home. past my window. and they are still blowing THE FUCKING HIGH PITCHED WHISTLES CONSTANTLY.
the little knives have turned into butchers cleavers and are hitting with the rythem of whistles.
i think i'll throw up.