Mental jukebox
This morning I woke up with (no lie) "I've Had The Time Of My Life" in my head. Yes, the song from Dirty Dancing. I even had the choreography in my head. Is to shoot oneself.
Therefore, the morning commute was Corb Lund. "The Truck Got Stuck" is just as catchy and less likely to induce memories of a junior-high longing for a bad boy who can still dance and who looks like Patrick Swayze.
Then, my usual email chatter brought up Spinal Tap (and the truly awesome thing that those guys are doing tonight), and I mentioned that "Stonehenge" is on my iPod (thank you, Supernatural fandom, and then I was earwormed with that.
Then something put "Life's like a movie, write your own ending, keep believing, keep pretending" in my head.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash the rest of the day. Clearly my mental iPod has gone whacky and cannot be trusted.
Therefore, the morning commute was Corb Lund. "The Truck Got Stuck" is just as catchy and less likely to induce memories of a junior-high longing for a bad boy who can still dance and who looks like Patrick Swayze.
Then, my usual email chatter brought up Spinal Tap (and the truly awesome thing that those guys are doing tonight), and I mentioned that "Stonehenge" is on my iPod (thank you, Supernatural fandom, and then I was earwormed with that.
Then something put "Life's like a movie, write your own ending, keep believing, keep pretending" in my head.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash the rest of the day. Clearly my mental iPod has gone whacky and cannot be trusted.