Retrograde Evolution.

The builder is still working the other side of my office wall. He’s hammering and sawing and drilling and scraping. He’s been doing it, off and on, for two weeks now, and it’s getting on my bloody nerves. What’s more, I’m getting on my bloody nerves. I’m becoming more and more a creature of mood. I swear I’m going to start splitting into different people soon. Like an amoeba.