Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	The Sounds of Infomercials

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home

That's the only good to come out of The Two Towers. Tolkien is soooo boring.

Oh, and maybe I've just been reading lots of Childfree lately, but you know what? If you're going to go to the library with your children, you'd better have taught them how to behave. They should be allowed to walk around, get five feet away from you, and say "MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?". They shouldn't be snotty to me when I ask them if they need help finding a book.

And if you insist on bringing two little babies that don't read anyway, get a stroller that's TWO DEEP, not TWO WIDE. The kids aren't old enough to focus on the page, but you bring them in on their stroller, which looks like a freaking LAWNMOWER on steroids because it's so big. And I'm expected to do the picklist while you and FREAKING HUGE stroller take up the entire walkway between the shelves? Uh...how? Park the kids by the fishtank, lady. They'll be okay for five minutes, WITHIN YOUR SIGHT, and you can chase after that little snot of yours and yell all through the children's section. And I'll be able to reach the C books. Wouldn't that be lovely?

People who don't expect their children to behave should have them on leashes.