Most Unpleasant

For some reason, my attempts to complete my differential equations homework at 2:14 in the morning are hampered by this nagging sensation in my brain that says somewhere, probably somewhere close, people are having sex. I do not know if these people exist, nor do I know for sure if they're even having sex, but still the feeling lingers. It's thoughts like these that make me really hate differential equations. Plus, it's TOO FUCKING HOT.