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Wasting away again in margaritaville

Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault

Earworms. Earworms have been infecting me. (In case you aren't aware, earworms are the technical term for songs that get stuck in your head and play over and over whether you like them or not and you slowly more and more crazy as you hear the damn song over and over and OVER AND OVER AND AIIII thank you.)

I mean, Jimmy Buffet is all right, but there are limits. I have reached them. I need different earworms to fight off that one. They battle inside your head for dominance. Earworms are sophisticated predatory memes. Earworms is probably a misnomer, as you never see two worms, horns locked, in one of nature's awesome death-struggles. One of them isn't young and strong, and the other isn't old and crafty, and the young one doesn't try to take advantage of the old one's blind side, which is the move the old one is waiting for, and it doesn't rip the throat out of the young one while it's offbalanced. Worms are peaceful, placd creatures, who live only to provide nutrients to the soil. They should be like unicorns, bringers of peace and tranquility, removers of poison and symbols of purity. Instead, we fish with them. It's a hard life. It's a hard knock life - for us. NO NOT ANNIE. I refuse to have Annie earworms. Especially since I haven't seen the play or the movie or any singing incarnation therefore for many years, so I'll just have the same line overing, and I will kill people who stand in my path, and it'll be happy hour soon.

For Cinco De Mayo my company is doing Happy Hour. There will, presumably, be booze about. The Company seems big on booze to celebrate any occasion, with the fridge usually stocked with beer for betweentimes. I will not be Happy with the rest of them. I will have a Sad Hour instead. Not because I feel Sad. Just because I don't particularly want to booze Happily.

My parents will be in town this weekend. I will discover how little I know about the area when my parents ask me where we should go. Loads of fun.