I have to sing, whistle or image 30 seconds of a song while I disinfect stuff every morning. The nurse suggested anything other than happy birthday. So == one verse and the chorus of Friday I'm in Love. At least it feels like 30 seconds.
This morning: Homesick. It was the last song on my massive Curetime Daydream playlist driving home yesterday. Stuck in honey, stuck in my head.
It would be so perfect if you would just fall out the window