Music is frustrating me. The summer radio is totally throwing off my music list; I can no longer tell when I'm falling in love with a song. I mean, for example, Carrie Underwood and "Last Name." It's a horrible song about getting trashed and waking up married, but I jump up happily every time I hear it on the country station because it means I'm not going to hear Brad Paisley sing about still being a guy or checking you for ticks, nor ummm...*looks stuff up* Craig Morgan hollering about how he's an international harvester.
My normal criteria for adding a song to the Music of 2008 list is that I have to like it enough to play it on repeat for an hour or two and then download it, which I haven't done, yet I get it stuck in my head after work and I can almost sing along to the whole thing. What does this mean?
In other news, Long Work Day was not so long, really. We didn't even start the turnover until 9:00, and we had a variety of things to do right up until about 4:15, working at our usual pace. I just wish we didn't have to use up our time off this week. I think I'm going to see if there's a way around that (because really, how would they know I worked overtime this week? It wasn't mandatory. I could pretend I took the start-at-8:00 option today), since I really wanted to use it either to leave early on a Friday I'm going home, or come late on a Monday after I've been home.