Earlier in the week I used a nonsense word, forgetting that it is featured in an earworm sort of song. My sister cursed me for that, as she then had the song going in her head for much of the next day.
Oops. Does the unintentional nature of the earworming work as a defense? Perhaps in the sentencing stage?
Today I have a song stuck in my head.
More precisely, I have about a twelve-second loop of it stuck in my head.
Thus far, it has not worked its way into the piece I'm writing.
But as I preach tomorrow morning, well, we're just going to have to hope that it doesn't come bursting out.