I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now.

I haven't been fully honest with you, my faithful readers. I feel bad for this and now I am coming clean.

I really do listen to Celine Dion and she is in fact on my ipod. No, she wasn't on my ipod in my previous references to her- so, technically I wasn't misleading you, but it makes me feel better to confess this. Seeing as my roommate has Celine Dion Day once a week at her office (where they play her music and only her music on repeat for EIGHT hours) and on those days, it generally seeps into our apartment also. With all this, the Canadian power lungs kind of grew on me.

"It's all coming back to me" just happens to be on repeat right now. In all seriousness- how the hell can you listen to this song without wanting to belt it out like Mrs. Dion?! I am having a really hard time constraining myself from grabbing a hairbrush, jumping on top of my desk and making grand gestures as I grab non-existing notes from the bottom of my stomach. My lungs are itching to be used. This madness must be stopped and no, I am not on any kind of medication.
Must
Change
Song
And
Get
A
Hold
Of
Self