Had to break down and buy the soundtrack to 'Sweeney Todd' because all the songs were stuck in my head. Nothing worse than trying to get to sleep and having songs run through your head with lyrics too vague to indulge in. When did I become one of those fags whose into musical theater? Its like I reached a certain age and my genes decided that it was time for my nipple hairs to turn gray while I sing off-key verses from 'Wicked.' This is so not right. I fear to think what else may be in store for me as the calendar pages turn.