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I must be mad at myself. Usually I get songs in my head that I at least remotely like. Yesterday my inner radio tortured me with a song I loathe (Kiss today goodbye... and point me towards tomorrow..., a.k.a. The Worst Song in the Already Terribly Mediocre Score that is A Chorus Line) and today, I have The Worst Song from Wicked (a little number no one who reads this knows, called "Dancing Through Life", which is just as trite as it sounds.)

Dammit, you'd think, if I have showtunes--which is my favourite genre of music-- in my head, that they'd be good ones. You'd think.

WON'T FORGET CAN'T REGRET WHAT I DIIIIIID FOR

[blog ended prematurely as poster rushes off to vomit]

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:10 PM | shower me with attention