That "turning a distraction into part of the routine" is so real. My old place was near a construction site for like eight months. At first, the backup beeps and concrete saws made me want to scream. But after a few weeks, my brain just started treating it like weather. I'd be making coffee and wouldn't even notice the jackhammer rhythm until it suddenly stopped for lunch.

Finally some common sense.

Biohazards turning into art is next level. That yeast explosion is basically a recycled dream throwing a tantrum.