"Where's that from?" Now repeat to self about 700 times.

The first time I visited EM's blog, I read the phrase "If I could fall, into the sky, do you think time, would pass me by?" And after that, it kept playing in my head.

It was a song but I couldn't remember the tune, and not knowing rendered me useless for work for the rest of the day. That and I looked like a mental patient, muttering the phrase under my breath over and over again.

All this is self-inflicted of course. I could've easily ended my misery by Googling the phrase.

Which, after 5 meetings and God knows how many psychotic bouts of doodling, is exactly what I did.

I cannot adequately describe the sense of relief that washed over me.