dead-end angels coexist

Literally all I want right now is my own space with a door I can close that is not constantly the hottest place in the house.

I just want to get something done, but the house is too hot and loud, and I can't put headphones in without getting too wound up about whether someone's going to walk up behind me to actually focus on anything. I am bored and cranky and there are things with a deadline I want to do and I know I won't be able to because I can't get comfortable enough to work.

And I feel like I am just making excuses, so I just keep getting angrier and angrier at myself on top of everything else. I am so sick of waiting for something to change.