This is my story

So this morning I get in my car to go to work, as I do everyday, and as usual picked out my cd of the day (IF...I'm sick of the one I've probably been listening to over and over for days in a row). This morning I chose The Cardigans, a cd Jessica loaned me to burn that I had yet to listen to (I guess I was expecting "Kiss Me" all over again). Anyway, I'm dragging out this story. I need to back track. When I first moved into my apartment, one of my neighbors used to wake me up every morning by playing the same song on repeat. I couldn't hear the lyrics, the walls muffled them, but I really like the melody. Yet I had no idea who was singing or what apartment the song was coming from, eliminating the option of me tracking down the source. Eventually, I grew to hate the melody after hearing it day after day after day. I would hear it in my sleep, couldn't get it out of my head, even when listening to other music, it would creep in and take over. I think you get where I'm going with this if you read the beginning of this story...I've basically ruined it- but I'll just keep going. So what happened to be the first song on the Cardigans cd...none other than that same melody I had heard so many many times before. And that's it. The end. I have to be the worst story teller ever. This is comparable to the time I watched the Godfather and put the second tape in first, thus knowing the end before I had seen the beginning (before DVD's, mind you). Good analogy, or pointless banter? As an addendum to the story, I actually like the song once again (it's even better w/ the lyrics) and may put it on my holiday mix cd, a position of honor for most songs.

Now who didn't love that story? You know it's one you'll be telling to the grandkids. On to more pertinent matters- what will I do tonight? I have no idea, but god am I ready for the weekend.
R.