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So I’m lying in bed around 5:00am, mulling over the many, many things I’ve got to do today. And I’m thinking, “Okay, X, Y, and Z, those are the most important.” And then I think, “Let’s be realistic: if I get just two of those done, I’ll be happy. Two outta three, as they say, ain’t bad.”

Half an hour later I’m still lying there, mind racing, and I hear Meat Loaf. (The fat guy, obviously, not the foodstuff.) He’s singing to me:

I want you.

I need you.

But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you.

Now don’t be sad, ’cause–

You guessed it, ladies and gentlemen:

–two outta three ain’t bad.

How retarded is that? From one little thought, I get not just the line–no, my brain rewinds the tape and gives me the whole freaking song. My mind is a terrible thing to taste.