As you may have noticed from the quiet(er) nights, it's DM weekend. Granted, it's almost over, but circa 2 pm today, the dementia had begun to set in. Although perhaps instead of "dementia" it was actually "thinly veiled dumbentia".

Overheard during the opening chords of Journey's "Don't Stop Believing":

Dumb Girl #1: Oh my GOD! This is my SONG! I can't believe they're playing it!

Really? Is this really unbelievable to you? I can't believe they waited until 2 pm to play it. Every party that has ever occurred on any campus in America during the last three - four years has played that song. It is not "your" song. It is literally any 18 - 54 year old's song.

While I applaud you for dancing for thirty hours, Dumb Girl #1, perhaps take your remaining hours of DM to not speak.