EARWORM
I’ve been listening to the first three or four lines of Brenda Lee singing “I’m Sorry” for near three hours this morning. The voice-in-my-head is getting sweeter but I’m tired of it. If I had my druthers, I’d prefer Vikki Carr singing “It Must Be Him!” or maybe Barbra Streisand singing anything at all. Earworms are probably the single-most annoying malady ever. I didn’t know love could be so cruel – oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh. Oh-yes!
I look up from what I was doing; peeling onions, now the size of marbles. Damn! Back to the store! In the car I break away from Please accept my a-polo-gee; But love is blind… I tune into Vikki Carr, thank the gods! It must be him, it must be him or I shall die, da-da-da-da! Dee dum, dum, dum. Forgot the word, dammit. Fake it! La, la, la, dum, dee, dum!
I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t know… Oy, fucking, veh! Brenda, go home!!! Where was I going? To the store; onions and…what else? Wine! Yes, wine! Let it please be him, oh dear gods… I’m sorry, Vikki. I need to end this right now. Please accept my apology. Jeezum Crow!!!
Playing Fair and Being Kind 