Ghost Town Central 2003-09-13 - 2:15 p.m.
I have to say that on a non-football Saturday, sunny, beautiful Grad Schoolville is the most dismal place on earth. I think the loud music last night only played till about 2, instead of 4. How sad.
But not as sad as a certain graduate student who looks upon Friday night as a chance to go to bed earlier rather than later. A day with no class = more time to sleep. Oh well. Heh.
My dad is at a football game right now, but obviously in a very different location. He's probably not eating nachos. But surely the band is playing "Gimme some lovin'". Surely. Oh, the jealousy. Memories...
*a barrage of shoes thrown out of nowhere heads straight for Mangofarmer's head before she starts to get all mushy, ex-band geek style*
Hmmm. Well, I need to go call Mrs. Pushy Flute Mom. Eeeeek. Or maybe I will do some moseying. Down to the liquor store. I mean park. Yeah. Park. That's it. Heh.