Pat Benatar @ MindSay 
We belong, we belong to the light.
Many times I've tried to tell you
Many times I've cried alone
Always I'm surprised how well you
Cut my feelings to the bone
Don't want to leave you really
I've invested too much time
To give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind
We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
We've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, We belong
We belong together
Maybe it's a sign of weakness
When I don't know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn't know
What to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit
Do we distort the facts
Now there's no looking forward
Now there's no turning back
When you say
We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
We've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together
Close your eyes and try to sleep now
Close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best
To try and wash the palette clean
We can't begin to know it
How much we really care
I hear your voice inside me
I see your face everywhere
Still you say
We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
We've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together
There are two teenaged girls sitting beneath the table next to mine, whispering and giggling away. If they are trying to hide, they're doing a shoddy job of it, for their bookbags are still splayed out on the table above them.
There is also what looks to be a wannabe grunge band
noisily pawing through the stacks of cds for rent. They seem to be on a
mission. Perhaps they are looking for cool influences as they write
songs in their garage. Knowing the library, they will probably end up
checking out Pat Benatar. Maybe I can rent it when they're done with it.
On another note, my supervisor has returned from her mini-break in Vegas (where she went specifically to see her boyfriend. And yes, she took her husband with her). I have been regaled with stories of missed flights, the lovely rooms at the Luxor, dinner at the Excalibur, a (comp!) show at the Tropicana, and then, of course, the main event at MGM Grand. Last weekend, one of the gals in my department celebrated her 21st birthday in Vegas (staying at the Luxor as well). Two weeks ago, another of my workmates and her husband had a little holiday in Vegas.
And now I want to go. So does my Little Buddy, and we teasingly discuss plans ("the Excalibur is only 11 bucks a night..."). But unless I happen to win a stay in the prize drawings at the annual Christmas Party (which shall be held here, to no end of my delight), I doubt a Vegas escape is in my future. But it seems that I shall definitely be headed to Ft. Meade, in either "early December" or "early January" (since Mum is on a space-available waiting list, the details are still rather squishy. Gotta love the military). And really, a chance to see the folks again (esp. around the hols) is better than a weekend in Vegas. Really.
Now I shall bring this to a close, as I find I'm being distracted by the older gentleman informing the librarians behind the info desk about the reasonings behind the separation of church and state, and how well (or not so well) the government inforces it.
Oh.
Yes.
The reason behind my location choice: internet access is severely limited, and so it is by the wonderful grace of the public library's wireless network that I have any connection at all. The library and Einstein's Bros. Cafe, that is.
Paninis and the world wide web.
It doesn't get much better than that.