Earworm.

I can't seem to get anything written this morning because this gd song is in my head:

Where could I have heard it?  The grocery store?  I don't know.  But I'm starting to seriously consider self-administered trepanation. 

(Speaking of, how grody is this engraving?  Answer:  PRETTY FREAKING GRODY.)

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[Daniel Benedict]

Of course you know what trepanation is! Ha! With the cold I've developed, I'm thinking along the same lines today. Where's my power drill at?

[Amanda]

I still don't know what he's saying.

[Leila]

Daniel: Who DOESN'T know what trepanation is? It's kind of an important fact of life.

Amanda: I don't think HE knows what he's saying.

[Bitterly Books]

You don't need to have heard the song. Sometimes just a word or a phrase from the lyrics will trigger a song to start playing in my head without any musical prompting.

I was ironing the laundry one time, and a shirt's label said "Made in Panama."

I had Van Halen's "Panama" stuck in my head FOR THE NEXT THREE DAYS.

[Leila]

You know, it shouldn't, but somehow that makes me feel better.