A cry for help (or just a loaded gun)

For some really bizarre reason, I've found myself on an 80's kick for the last couple of days.

80's music, to be specific.

It's kind of creepy. I... I.... I like it, but I don't want to!

So right now I'm listening to a song by "Heart". I think I used to own an LP by them, back in the day. I could be mistaken. I used to work in a music store that sold LPs, so wires could be crossed in the rusty box that passes for my brain.

Yes. LP. Vinyl records.

It's giving me flashbacks, actually.

Somewhere in the depths of my soul, a part of my brain is screaming for me to stop. Reviving "Whitesnake" is akin to unleashing a zombie horde on a schoolyard.