Please make it stop. A few days ago, a friend of mine introduced me to the song Karma Police by Radiohead. Ever since, I've had, not Karma Police, but Karma Cameleon stuck in my head. It's not normal. I'm talking from the morning shower to the walk home after work. No matter where I go, it follows me. I'm in Minneapolis right now, in fact. We just passed a restaurant called Karma. Someone said, "Do you think it's good karma or bad karma?" The group chuckled at the joke. And all I could think was, "No! That's the trigger!" I'm in '80s hell.
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