Melted Brains

It's been a week of Technotronic's hit from circa 1990s spinning and wasting away at my grey matter:
"Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'

Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
Seek us that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad

I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day"

I particularly like the spelling of "boody." Why do scary synth heavy songs sneak into my brain and take over? Another sign that middle school has strange effects on it's teaching staff. I'm really starting to lose it.
My students are making family trees and gossiping about uncle who and what he did and auntie she and her light skinned baby. Hmmm!
I'm sitting back and reminding them to stay on task at intervals. Mr. T and I have been working them really hard, so I figured a day of work and light talk would be a nice break. Oh, and I'm really out of it today.
Tomorrow I might take the day off and go to drop off my application at Gainesville College - and then drive around.
I drank too much coffee after lunch.