You ever had “Footloose” stuck in your head for three days in a row? Well, I do, and I’m here to tell you, it’s no picnic.

I don’t know how exactly it happened. I haven’t watched Footloose within the last seven years. I haven’t heard the song on the radio. As far as I can tell, it just popped into my brain three days ago all on its own, sort of like cancer. And now my entire life is in shambles because no matter how hard I try, it will not go away.

Here’s a rough imitation of the past three days of my life.

“Hey, Erik. I need this project done by tomorrow.”
…Tonight I gotta cut loose. Footloose. Kick off the Sunday shoes…

“Would you like fries with that?”
…Dig way down in your heart. You’re yearning, burning for some…

“Could you take out the trash quick? It’s starting to get kind of smelly.”
…We got to turn you around! You put your feet on the ground! Now grab a hold of your soul!…

“Good night, dear.”
…I’M CUTTING IT LOOSE!…

I don’t know what’s happening to me, but if it doesn’t end soon, I feel like I may change into something other than what I am now. Every time I close my eyes, this is all I can see.

If you’re out there, find me. Help me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.