I broke my Friday-morning torpor with a walk to the union for a drink to have with my lunch. On the way into the union, I had to run a gauntlet of students passing out information on the upcoming spring party/concert/bacchanal. They had some toddler-sized speakers set up, and they were playing music by some of the acts that will perform at the concert.
God, it made my head hurt. I was only in the free-fire zone for a few seconds, but crikey it was loud.
And then when I came outside, through another door, I heard someone yell, “Nobody understands me and my problems!” and I couldn’t tell if it was a lyric emerging from the music or some undergrad voicing his angst. I suppose it’s the same thing.
It was much more pleasant to sit on the bench next to the art building, listen to the red winged blackbirds, and peer into the oak tree’s branches.
(Cross-posted from my Tumblr log.)