Also and furthermore

[desperance]

They are playing muzak at me. In celebration, presumably, of this post-Thanksgiving season, it are bad orchestrations of Christmas songs et al, played at the precise level calculated to drive a man subconsciously insane. The first one dug itself deep, and was a pianist playing bad variations on the theme of Auld Lang Syne, decorating poorly and constantly sliding off in directions the piano really didn't want to go. That was horrible. It's been downhill since then. I am terribly unhappy, and I still have two hours to go before there is any hope of leaving. This is hell, nor am I out of it.