It's bad enough that I almost always have one song or another playing in my mental jukebox, but, today I have a snippet of a song stuck on repeat loop, and, it's not even the right words.

I've got part of the refrain of the Rascal Flatts song, What Hurts the Most, going on, but, in my head, it goes like this:

"What hurts the most, is that we're out of toast..."

Truthfully, the "toast" lyrics substitution works nicely with Bad Day, too:

"Where is the moment we needed the most...
you kick up the leaves, and, there is your toast..."

I'm thinking I might have the Heywood Banks (has sound) flu, or, something.