Make it stop!

There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this whole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do

How did this happen? I don't remember hearing it but somehow this godawful, early-90s, hair-metal ballad is stuck in my head. This is what happens when you sit in a waiting room for two hours, unknowingly soaking up all the useless information that is piped in as background noise. And I thought doctors were supposed to help us. This is torture... possibly worse than my headache... possibly even making my head ache worse. Please, make it stop!

P.S. Grendel, I love you.

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