PLUS, someone once told me I look like Gloria Estefan

I recently joked with a friend about how I wish my iPhone had an app that could record all of the thoughts that go through my crazy mind on a daily basis, so I could upload the ones I wanted to share.  I mean, it sure would make blogging and communicating a lot easier.  And then, last night as I was laying in bed desperately trying to fall asleep, a (really bad) song randomly popped into my head, followed by the following thoughts:

1-2-3-4, c'mon baby, say you love me/5-6-7 tiiimes/8-9-10-11, I'm just gonna keep on countiiiing...

No no no no no no! What the heck? WORST SONG EVER. Gah. Ok, clear your mind, Amy. 

*silence in head*

In a toooown, where I was boooorn, lived a maaan, who sailed the sea, and he tooold us of his life......we all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow sub...

STOP! What is wrong with you?  Seriously.

*silence in head*

Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white/and in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right/Rounnnnd here...

OK, this is good. I can handle this song. *sigh*

*silence in head*

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1-2-3-4, c'mon baby, say you love me...

ARRRRRGH!!!! I'M NEVER GOING TO GET TO SLEEP.

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YEAH.  

Note to the nerdy computer/science techs that may or may not be working on a mind-reading app: 

Do me a solid and stop what you're doing.  Just mooooove on, please.  Because really, no one needs to know that shit.