…if I can’t find a way to turn off my internal jukebox. For no good reason it’s decided to fill my head with cheese at the slightest provocation, so for example I’d written the phrase “just say the word” in an email and boom! “Just say the word, woaaaah! Su-su-sudio!” kicks off in my head, Phil Sodding Collins in full effect. Playing with Dreamweaver? Dreams by that one-eyed woman starts up. A mention of satellites in a piece about GPS? Sleeping Satellite by Tasmin Bloody Archer.
Even stuff I like is starting to get annoying.
/”the drugs don’t work / they just make you worse…”
/ shoots self