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It was one of those lovely, slow-moving moments when you're just hanging out with someone, not talking, not making out, just chilling for a stretch of time. I asked "what's in your head?" and he said "thinking about taking a bucket of change to the bank." I realized how different it is in my head, where if nothing pressing is occupying the works, it's just a commercial-free radio station, 24-7 music. This is quite pleasant if the music is something like Paul McCartney singing 'Fixing A Hole', though somewhat less so if it's the freaking 'Hampster Dance' song, which I heard at that hockey game the other day.