Inspiration

I walked into my house tonight and took a breath. Wow. It feels good to leave the editing bay. In fact, I hadn't felt an immense sense of relief like this in quite a long time. It's the sense that you're finally done -- and you feel proud of something.

In the midst of my thoughts of accomplishment, at 12:15 AM in the morning, the disturbing sounds of muffled rambunctious playtime permeate the walls of my apartment.

My roommate and her boyfriend -- or perhaps my roommate and herself -- are having sex.

Loud.

Unabashed.

Sex.

And now you know the genesis of scenario no. 3.