Credit. Report. Dot. Com. *Man* that one is tough to get rid of. It started yesterday afternoon, all through the red-eye flight home, and now as I'm trying to work. Geh.
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?