Plans best laid

This weekend I am writing. I will accept no intrusion or interruption. I don't care if The Peachettes set themselves on fire and run up and down the hallway (this is not entirely out of the question) I will ignore them. I will ignore all shouting, ridiculous proclamations, monologues declaring that everything in the world is shit (not entirely out of the question), cleaning that needs to be done and bizarre yelling directed at me about past white good purchases from five years ago.

An intellectual production unit will set up and the words will pour out on one glassy electronic note.