I had “Hotel California” stuck in my head.  I must have heard it somewhere and not known it, because suddenly there i was all afternoon, croonin’ away, “Mirrors on the ceiling…. pink champagne on ice.”  And i just couldn’t shake it, all the while thinking, gah!  anything but this!

Then i walked into the grocery store.  Over the speakers, turned up to an abnormally high volume, blared “MMMBop!”

k, so maybe not “anythign but this,” afterall.