supernatural mice in our walls

My fucking ears wont stop ringing. Our rehearsal space is too small! I am beginning to contemn James' cracked cymbal which consistantly buzzes in a seemingly sempiternal fashion, cringing the very depths of my soul. Eight fucking hours of this shit and were still screwing up parts?? Whatever. Another day and hopefully Akron will recieve a quality performance.
My hats off to the mice that live in the walls of our rehearsal space though. They are undoubtably all deaf by now. But they probably have a heightened sense of awareness that borderlines on the supernatural because they have had to compensate for the endless barrage of noise that invades their homes and villages. Pretty soon they'll stage an attack, I know it! It's only a matter of time. We must be prepared for that day.