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A Thank You Note: Rough Draft

Dear That Weekend When Everyone Visited Town and We Played A Lot of Rock Band 2,

Thank you for eternally embedding Toby Keith's "How Do You Like Me Now" on repeat on my mind. It has been running on a loop pretty much since we parted ways. So... thank you for that.

You must know that these are pretty busy days in my life. I have a lot to do and a lot to think about. And you must have seen this, and assumed I needed a soundtrack. Of one song. From a genre I typically actively avoid.

I don't know why you did it.

But we parted about three weeks ago, That Weekend. And that song is still there, twanging and sassy-lyric-ing away, nonstop. And every time I think I've found reprieve, in silence or in other, less-abrasive-on-the-nerves music, BAM: I notice I am mindlessly singing Mr. Keith's chorus, out of nowhere, in a soft, distracted voice.

So again- I do thank you. It's been a real treat these last few weeks. And I'm being sincere. It has made me appreciate all other music all the more. It has even made me hate The Music Man's "Shipoopi" a little less, and honestly, I never thought anything could do that, ever. It has cast a loving glow on days before we met, when songs stuck in my head would eventually fade and I'd move on with life without the constant fear of a recurrence.

You've made a difference, That Weekend. Seriously. So instead of cursing you, I thank you. I'll still curse the song (as it goes on, even now, in my mind). But I thank you. Now that I'm experiencing a rock bottom of the World of Songs Stuck In Head, I can welcome other atrocities, like a four day jag of "Little Drummer Boy", with a warm embrace.

Love,

Jori