Happy Birthday, Deborah! Everybody head over to her website and tell her!
It is a personal curse that I always have music running through my head….. yet don’t know the lyrics. At best, I know two or three lines, but never in a row, so it becomes this endless loop of nonsensical madness. This morning it was bits of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, a show which I thought I never watched, but apparently I did.
The very worst was when I was taking one medication that I didn’t know I was allergic to (the ‘D’ in Allegra-D) and it kept me AWAKE for three nights in a row. Back then a popular song on the radio had a guy screaming “Heeeeeeeyy, Dad! What do you think about your son nooooowwww?” That played over and over and over and over and over in my head all during the night, every night, for three nights.
Extra-terrific. The regular non-hallucinatory loop is bad enough.