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As I was walking to my car tonight, for some reason I started singing Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” (at least, I was singing what I think are the lyrics, though I probably wasn’t even close). I have no idea why that popped into my head since I probably haven’t even heard the song in a couple years. Then I got into my car and turned on the radio- which I haven’t done in about three weeks- and guess what song was playing? And it wasn’t like I flipped through the stations for a little bit, it was on the very first station.
I’m not sure if it was just an enormous coincidence or if I’ve stumbled upon yet another gift that I’ll never profit from. Perhaps it was a sign that I’m supposed to uncover great mysteries in the music industry, like why Jennifer Lopez has a singing career.
Unfortunately, I fear that my new psychic powers are draining my intelligence because I then spent a good half an hour trying to figure out why the clock in my car suddenly displayed a different time than the ones on my phone and computer.
