Strangely enough, when I woke up and was lying in bed before really getting up, I had Radiohead's "Creep" in my head.
I just laid back down after my alarm went off, and kept whisper singing the main chorus. The one that half the time I sing wrong, and say "winner" instead of "weirdo" for some reason I never could entirely fathom. It's not like winner makes the least bit of sense there (unless maybe I thought it did once long ago, being that the band is very much about the bitter irony, in which case it might have made a little sense if I didn't really know all the words). Then I thought about some people, and my plans for the next couple of days, then got up. My parents should be here shortly.
Here's the million dollar question: Was the song in my head just because I got a copy last night? Or did that tap into my usual relating to the song (justified or not, that's how it is; then again, I still don't even know all the lyrics, so it's just the general feeling of that chorus, rather than the whole story - I think)? Or am I afraid I really will be a creep?
Nah, I'm pretty sure it's the first option. Fresh in my head from getting a copy last night.
Time to go home.
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