Talkin' to yo self

Earlier today, I was in the computer lab, sitting next to a middle-aged man who kept talking to himself. I tried to tune it out, but it was irritating. He kept mumbling things like "shit!" and "good." I'm too polite, otherwise I should have yelled at him in a whisper, because it was the library after all. Weirdo.

Talking to yourself is only okay when you're alone!

Don't stop believin'

Ever since Parker brought up the Awesome 80s Prom, I went to that website, listened to Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" and have had that stuck in my head all morning. Argh! That's not what I need when I'm trying to crunch numbers in my cubicle.

And I'm tired of passing construction workers who use coarse language. I hear enough of that from some of my friends, thanks much.