You are my Sunshine

I’m pretty sure I have unknowingly become part of an experiment. It’s either an experiment on torture devices or a psychological experiment…I haven’t decided which.

OK, I’m pretty sure I’m in the psychological phase and it’s going to switch to torture in the next few days.

So when I first opened my windows (for short periods, usually only at night when it was cooler, and not while I was asleep because it was bright and noisy) I noticed music. One of the stores downstairs plays music, and like there’s US songs in there. So occasionally I would catch pieces of a song here or there…then I realized that’s all it was. Pieces of songs, a repeating advertisement. Now I don’t hear it every time through because there is a kind of busy street (My room is right by the intersection with the side street) and so I usually only hear it when there’s a red light…and I’m pretty sure it plays 24/7…

Now this wouldn’t be so bad BUT they have a version of “you are my sunshine” and it’s high pitched whiny girl and it only sings like the first bit of the first verse and it’s been stuck in my head for DAYS and I only know the first two verses…and it’s so DAMNED WHINY. Now I tried to record it because, “It can’t be that bad” or “I’m sure you can’t really hear it” well let me tell you…you can’t really hear it on a microphone and waiting for it to come around was driving me even more insane. But it’s there…waiting. It knows when I’m done expecting it and then BAM!! YOU ARE MY MO’ FO’ SUNSHINE!

It was nice knowing you all. If you don’t hear from me for a few weeks try and get in touch with the embassy or something, see if they can get permission to move a crazy tortured girl across international borders…I’m sure any pilot would love to have me on their plane.

Update: I timed it. Yeah, it’s every 9 minutes. Every day. Every night. All day. All night…