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[the_elyan]

God I'm depressed and paranoid right now. It takes very, very little these days - there's a bit of sound coming through either the ceiling or the wall, and I can't tell which. If it's the ceiling, then that's relatively OK, because I know their habits, and it never lasts long. If, on the other hand, it's the wall, then that's the new neighbour, and I have no way of knowing whether it'll be a permanent fixture, like tinnitus. It's quiet enough that if I have any music etc on myself, it covers it, but at the moment I need to be in 100% control of my environment when I'm at home, or I go spare.

I am not really helping my state of mind by listening to a radio adaptation of "The House of Doctor Dee" by Peter Ackroyd, which sounds very good, but very odd. I am also recording it, in case it's particularly good...