"I'm sorry, I can't hear you, I have a banana in my ear..."
Why in smoldering Hades do I have "I Feel Pretty" stuck in my head? It's not as if I've heard it in the last... *checks watch* TEN YEARS. And the depressing thing is, I don't feel that way. I mean, I feel pretty positive about life in general and am in a good mood, but on the physical-attraction front I feel dumpy and zitty and nail-chewed-y and persistent-cough-y. It's as if my own subconscious is deliberately mocking me and trying to bring me down by singing about one of the few aspects of my life I feel like I'm lacking at the moment. I guess I should be glad I don't know any showtunes like "I Just Won the Lottery!" or "All My Annoying Clients Were On a Bus That Went Over a Huge Cliff (Reprise)".