Source of frustration for the day:
Our room is right next to the bathroom. There is a radio in the bathroom. Sometimes, for inexplicable reasons, people turn up the volume on the radio as loud as it will go. That means that we hear the radio in our room. In cases such as these, I usually brave the deafening music and turn down the volume. However, today there was some source of music pervading my room that ended up not being under my control (my CD player, the bathroom radio). So I had to sit there and counterattack with my own music, which made for a gross mix of good stuff and crap. (Good stuff = my music)