I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm having a break down. I read, Eric Jerome Dickey's Chasing Destiny yesterday and for some reason, "do the Mo, do the Mo, do the Mo" is stuck in my head. I mean, I was standing in line at the grocery store with a stupid grin on my face--imagining the characters in the book doing the silly dance Dickey described as "the Mo". Gosh, just thinking about it makes me want to laugh right now. HELP!! 
I've never had this happen before. Songs on the radio...sure, they have lyrics (that repeat, rhythmically) but never words from a book. Tell me, have I lost it, has my brain finally gone on a trek around the coocoo's nest?
I've never had this happen before. Songs on the radio...sure, they have lyrics (that repeat, rhythmically) but never words from a book. Tell me, have I lost it, has my brain finally gone on a trek around the coocoo's nest?
