Fly Me To The Moon...

There are times in our lives that we get particular songs stuck into our fragile, human heads. We hear something on the radio or in a store and it keeps playing over and over again in our heads. And then there are others, of which I would be included, that are actually cursed to have completely random songs stuck in our heads that we haven't heard in ages.

Tonight, Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me To The Moon" is stuck in my head and I don't know why. Upon announcing it to a few people earlier tonight before San Diego Filmmakers began, I was successful in getting it stuck in Robin's head as well, plus possibly countless others that didn't tell me of my agonizing skill.

I'm thinking about the song, though. As I sing (what few words I actually know) on my way back home, I realize that it's a love song. I only have love songs like this stuck in my head when I really like someone and I know they like me back. It's as if my internal "hope-o-meter" kicks into over drive and starts playing the old crooners in my ear canals until my orifaces begin to ooze with sappy love music from yesteryear.

Last time this happened, I was singing "It's Almost Like Being In Love" to myself in the car for two or three weeks. Maybe this time I won't have to stop singing.


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