Grrr... I want to move...

It's nine-thirty, and I'm actually (for once) trying to study, and she's brought in five very loud, very drunk people. And the door's open, so I can clearly hear/see all the many other loud, drunk people. And she's suddenly developed a need for her calling card, which she's lost, and so she's got a half-dozen people helping her find it.
Did I mention they're loud?
And they're singing.
Gods above, I wish they'd hurry up with that room transfer...

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Grrr... I want to move...

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