Somewhere A Drill Is Screaming

It is 3.30 in the afternoon on the 24th, Thursday. I'm trying to work, but there is a problem.

My neighbor is doing some kind of house repair, and is operating what seems to be a VERY large drill. The drilling is followed by very tinny hammering. Imagine Tinkerbell hopping on checkered steel. This hellish combination of sounds is driving me nuts. I can't hear myself think. I have a headache the size of a giant squid.

It's the Ladykillers all over again. "F*ck you and your irritable bowel."