And by obsessed, I mean singing it to the dogs, to each other, in the car, playing it on their phones, playing it on their band instruments... pretty much UNTIL I WANT TO KILL THEM.
The other day I was bitching about it to Mary, and how damn sick I was of hearing it.
The next morning I was in a room examining a patient, and afterwards walked back to my office. When I sat down to type up some notes, my mouse wouldn't track. It had been working fine earlier.
After a minute I turned it over to see what was wrong, to find this taped to the bottom: