Office hours, Wednesday

Eliot had been planning to do the whole "find music and practice the guitar" thing during his office hours again, today, but his computer seemed to have another idea.

Mostly, it was refusing to play anything other than Macarthur Park.

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

And then when he tried to turn it off, it kept playing. Even when he turned the computer off. And unplugged it. And unplugged the speakers. And threw the whole thing onto the floor and stomped on it a few times.

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Val excitedly howling along wasn't helping.

[ooc: fun fact! This is my mother's all time favorite song. Open!]