I'm not sure what's come over me. I was walking to the bus stop on Hill Street last night, and I found myself singing "Wish You Were Here" (although I felt relatively happy as I did this). This morning, at Java City, they were piping in "Just the Way You Are" and, as I poured milk into my coffee, I found myself singing along -- like out loud.
Maybe it's spring creeping up on me. Maybe it's an early descent into senility. Or maybe, deep down, I'm just irrepressibly cheesy.
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I vote for cheese. Because, hey, besides the lactose intolerant and those who really don't actually like cheese (do you know anyone? do you?), uh, who doesn't like cheese?
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