How To Tell You're Living in Your Head Too Much

Tunes from Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals start popping in your head and won't go away.

For some reason, the song "Could We Start Again, Please" has taken up residency on the mental hi-fi.

My contact at the Online Payment Subsidiary at the Big Online Auction Company tried to call me last night, and I missed the call. In the voice mail, he said he had an update on things, but didn't go into specifics. I intend to call him later this afternoon, given the time difference between here and there.

Why does a decision like this fall so close to Father's Day?