Question:
Once every semi - regular interval , I find a song that I listen to over and over again . I 'll look up the lyrics , practice them and sing along until I have it memorized ( my memory is very visual / kinesthetic and very much not auditory , so I can either read the lyrics and sing along , or sing along without reading the lyrics and try and visualize them in my head , the latter of which taking much longer than the former ) . I then become sick of it . It 's amazing how a song can go from the auditory equivalent of caffeine to the auditory equivalent of eating puffed rice without milk . The current song receiving this level of my attention is " This Boy 's In Love " , by an Australian band called The Presets .

What happens when I listen to the same song over and over again ?
Answer:
I get bored of it , and eventually get sick of it .

Question:
I recently stayed at Lindos View with my family . We had 4 apartments which were very basic . The pools are lovely and the reception / bar area looks so clean and fresh . The cleaners work very hard to make the hotel look beautiful .

What did the narrator seem to like about the place of their recent stay ?
Answer:
It had a good bar .

Question:
When I got my new mac computer it once again reset all of the playcounts on my itunes back to zero making all of the carefully planned playlists that I used obsolete . This was the second time in a month so I was a little disconcerted . So , on a whim , I changed my way of listening to music on itunes and my ipod . ( This actually first occurred to me on an airplane during 3 and a half hours on the tarmac at Newark Airport . )

What may be the plausible reason I was disconcerted ?
Answer:
All of my music was erased .

Question:
I was having a restless night anyway , so my pajama bottoms were sliding down and getting all off kilter and tangled . I scooched my butt up to reposition my pants - and threw my back out . This incident is right up there with the time I slammed the car door on my head , and it trails only a tad behind the time I gave myself a bloody nose by pulling up my pants in a public bathroom . Probably the most memorable incident was when I was a young teenager , and I was returning an overflowing armful of books to the public library .

What is one thing we know about the narrator ?
Answer:
They have hurt themselves a lot .