I caught myself reciting Latin chants during my drive this morning. And the terrible OCD part of me kicked in and I couldn't make myself stop once I started, I wanted to see how many I could recall. At the same time I was annoying myself terribly and just wished I would quit. But, I don't quit well. It's like if I allow myself to count a light pole along the highway...I'll be counting until I get wherever I'm going. Or, sometimes, I'll do a little nod (that was common as a kid). Thankfully, as a youngest child, people don't often notice the little strange behaviors you have in the car. Or at least, I like to hope that's the case. I think my parents had me as a test expirament.

Now, I'm at work, and from out of nowhere, I found myself singing in my head "You can't keep a good dog down, no you can't keep a good dog down..." Not quite sure how it happened, but apparently Itchy & Charlie are characters in my day already. Oh the joys of when your favorite childhood movies never leave you.