My Itch to Scratch

Out of the blue, my right hand suddenly had the most profound urge to... play with a record.
What did you think i was gonna say?

It's almost like a cramp that won't go away.
Muscle memory is probably wondering what the hell is going on.

Ugh. I can't shake it off.
I. Miss. My. Job.*

*[Disclaimer: Not to say that things aren't swell over here. Quite the contrary, it's splendid & dandy.]