That's okay, I'd rather be bored out of my mind and humming ABBA songs.

Dear place of employment,

You know, it's bad enough that you make excuse after excuse as to why we can't have music playing over the loudspeakers throughout the night, thereby leaving the supervisor in our section to play what she likes over her computer speakers (bad country, bad oldies, bad '80s music), and yet practically tripped over yourselves to play the Penn State game last night.

But when it's twice as crystal-clear and three times as loud as any music you've ever deigned to play for us, you'll understand why I spent the entire time silently rooting for Notre Dame.

Sincerely,

Me

This is why I have to go back to college.

You ever have one of those moments where you're standing in a group of people your age or older and suddenly realize that you're the smartest person in the group? And not in a happy proud, "Yay!" way, but in a, "Oh, God, I'm in charge and I don't even know it, aren't I?" way.

I had one of those last night. You know what? They're not fun.

*****

Also, it says something about me that I got my library cards reinstated for the two closest counties and the first books I took out were books on disasters. Heh.