22:00. Time to wrap up singing practice and turn off the piano so I can... better hear the roommates disturbing the peace of quiet hours? That's great. Maybe I'll go eat more of that pasta you kids left on the counter. If you'd put it in the fridge like normal people I'd feel bad raiding your tupperwares, but hey, it's on the counter. And I cleaned up your dog's shit three times. I think I deserve a few penne.