work bites

I got to work at 8am. How wrong is that? I was going to arrive at 7am, but when I got up to my alarm, my entire body screamed "no!" and I went back to bed for another hour. Oh why why why must they make me work days this week? I don't mind getting up this early for school, but for work? Ack!

don't stand so close to me

80's music hour on the radio, and I heard one of my favorite songs, the one that plays in my head when I'm in the basement of Calhoun. Once it came on the radio right as I was leaving, and I couldn't help but laugh and sing the entire thing out loud.

"...young teacher the subject of schoolgirl fantasy she wants him so badly knows what she wants to be inside her there's longing this girl's an open page book marking so close now this girl is half his age..."

The line about Nabokov always makes me smile too.
This great song about earth below drifting falling floating weightless coming coming home... About the spaceman. Who sings it?

Why am I at work when there is nothing to do? I should go do something fun instead.