I had to listen to love songs again. Bits of my brain scattered around the room, and I managed to collect most of them into a pretty little jar, which is now sitting on my desk. I stapled the skull bits back together, so that my head wouldn't be too lumpy. But it sounds hollow if you hit it now.
If I hear Olivia Newton John's "I Honestly Love You" one more time this week, I think my head might pop off and fly around the room (since clearly the explosion didn't do anything to reduce the love song content of my morning).