The first sign of a serious illness

I realized earlier this week that there is something really wrong with me. (Stop laughing everyone). It sort of hit me out of nowhere. There I am, at work, enjoying my Monday. I am listening to the radio quietly in the background. Usually, in the afternoons, I flip around to whatever station is playing a song that I like. Around 2PM I land on Hot 99.5 so I can hear the same six songs every hour. But, alas, a song that I never heard before comes on. I like it...I really like it...but I don't know who it is. It could be Avril Levigne or it could be Pink or any of the many copycats in the genre. It's got a funky beat and lyrics that I will be singing as I drive up and down the Beltway. I google the lyrics to find out who this magical artist is. Google gives me an answer. My eyes bulge out in shock. This hot new artist? Miley Cyrus. Yes, I actually love a Hannah Montana song. Just shoot me now.