4:05 PM

I'm not a neat person by nature, but I love everything about highlighters.
The office is oddly relaxing when I'm swamped. It's calming just to plug away at something I know I'll be able to put down and walk away from before dinnertime. I started applying for student loans today, though, which instills in one's gut exactly the opposite feeling.
Money makes no sense to me. I miss when having five dollars made you queen of the playground, even when no one had any idea what you should buy.
I've been in an on-going debate with myself for some time about whether the Beatles were really as great as everyone says. I still can't decide if universality is equivalent to popularity, and whether either of those things are equivalent to talent.
The Screeching Shrink Next Door about blew a fuse today trying to mask her banshee cries with several sad-looking white noise machines. I don't really understand why she bothers with them; she has to be aware of how her voice carries. Maybe she took one Public Speaking course too many.