Ear worms.

That's what Finn calls blasted songs that get hooked in your head and you end up singing/humming/whistling them all day. I am riddled with this.
It's torture. The paramour was infected first, now I've got it. I've listened to Muse, Radiohead, Johnny Cash, Wham, Vide Cor Meum and Iron and Wine this morning already, but what do I catch myself singing the moment I switch off the music? Girls bloody Aloud. I feel like John Hurt in Alien. Any second now something's going to burst out of my chest and I'll topple over onto my desk. And you know what, it will be a bloody relief.
I've got a VERY busy day today. I can't be infested this way. It's just not...CRICKET!

Mirror mirror on the wall.

Well? Could you go a whole day without looking in a mirror?
I don't seem to be able to pull this off. Although I might try again tomorrow out of curiosity. I looked in the mirror when I got up, I looked when I brushed my teeth this morning, and I looked at myself in the mirror over the fireplace when I can into my office. I'll be in the gym later and for sure I'll be looking at my lobster head then too. But is it vanity or is it habit or is it curiosity?
Could you go a whole day without looking at your reflection?

A semi-naked Daniel?

Is this a joke? First bad butter and now a picture of a semi naked Daniel O'Donnell, crooner to cardigans, professional beard and spangle wearer? What the F? ( as a certain someone might say) Damn you indo. Damn you to hell.
Pass the Listerine, I don't care if it's not for eyes.