The sky is overcast. Overcast days really bring me down. I think that is a song lyric. To compound the blues, the University is hosting some kind of barbeque in the plaza which the building I work in borders. Somebody decided that this event needed live entertainment. It is a whiny kid with an acoustic guitar. An amplified whiny kid and acoustic guitar. Please, take that shit back to Austin.

That was harsh. I might not mind it so much if it wasn't being forced upon me. No, it still sucks.

I want to go outside - kick his ass - then slap his mother for not getting an abortion when she had the opportunity.

I deserve hazard pay for having this crap forced into my ears.