Step One: Impending Disaster
Working out.  Find second wind due to catchy pop song.  Toe is tapping, heart is pounding.

Step Two: Getting Deeper
- Ask friend about the song, smirking “Usually I hate the crap they play in here, but that was a cool song.  I guess they’re moving away from crap Top 40, eh?  Ha ha ha ha ha.”
- Friend shoots me an odd look.  “Uh, that was Pink.”
- Oh.  Well, okay, whatever, I’m not a music snob.  “What was the title?”
- “I dunno, but she sang it on Saturday Night Live last weekend.  Look it up on the web.”

Step Three: Nancy Clueless
Spend work time Googling reviews of last weekend’s Saturday Night Live.  See plenty of references to Pink’s musical performance, no mentions of specific song title.  Becoming slightly obsessed.

Step Four: This is How John Walker Lindh Got Started
Actually end up on official Pink message board.  Read forum threads that contains such pearls of wisdom as:
“hahahah, u cee her on snl?  She rawked, dude, but I could see her buttt krack, lol!”
Refreshed by this chance to rub virtual shoulders with the future of America, but disturbed because no one bothers to mention the title of the song.

Step Five: Not a Brainstorm, More of a Light Shower
- Realizes that song must be current Pink single.  Google “Pink first single new album.” Immediate success: Song title is “Trouble.”
- Acquire song. Listen to it several times.  Endorphins kick in.  Fully expect that this exorcism has put the matter to rest.  Go to bed and sleep the blissful sleep of angels.

Step Six: Head Like a Hole
Get up the next day.  Shower.  Go to work.  Something seems wrong.  What is it?  Oh.

“Song stuck in head” is an understatement.  Ironically named “Trouble” is clamped tight on medulla oblongata like a remora on a shark.

Step Eight: Back to Google Again
Now researching medical organizations that will perform lobotomies on request.