Yesterday, it was a mash-up of Röyksopp's "Happy Up Here" and Janet Jackson's "Pleasure Principle" (which is a damn fine mash-up, lemme tell you). Today, it's the Gipsy Kings' cover of "Hotel California". I'm up to a good half-dozen replays of it (yesterday, I lost count).
It's a little funny how much influence music plays in my life. I can't stand silence, it drives me crazy. It's like my brain runs in 8 different directions of thought at any given time (like you'd expect anything different from someone nicknamed "Chaos", huh?), but music can occupy 6 of them if I get it going, allowing me to focus on whatever I'm doing. I have a radio on when I go to sleep (unless it's raining). On the flipside, music I do not enjoy can make me very, very twitchy. Sure, I can stand it, but I want to leave, change it, get my head right. It creates new pathways of clutter and noise, and that's not a good thing to add to an already split thought process.
Time to restart the song.