God, tell me about it. I mean, I prefer the downtime to the regular fucking over the town likes to do, but this place is just dead. I already lived through the fifties once, and trust me, it's way worse the second time around. [He makes an aggravated noise.] And they make me go to school. Do you have any goddamn idea how fucking aggravating it is to have to sit there being told about the founding of America when you were there for it?

Also, I'm like 90% sure a demon invented algebra as a torture device.