Ugh...

I am having a difficult week at work. I mean, this is a rough week. When I am having these kinds of weeks there is really only one thing that can make me feel better and that thing is listening to a string of "cheezy" 70's love ballads.

On my ride home I "jammed" to the likes of Melissa Manchester who demanded that I not cry out loud, Bette Midler who reminded me that from a distance most things look a hell of a lot better, Roger Daltry who confided that he was nothing without my love, Dolly Parton who fretted about that party just two doors down, Toni Tennille who charmed me with a story of muskrat romance, Rod Stewart who declared that I was in his heart, Barry Manilow ranted on about trying to get the feeling again and then I found my way back to Ms. Manchester who has most definitely seen through the eyes of love.

I turned off my MP3 player, heaved myself out of the poorly constructed seat and stepped out of the dirty train to start my walk home. Now, I am relaxed and ready to enjoy an evening of bad reality tv shows with Karl.

Tomorrow is another day. ...it will suck, but it will be Friday and I've always got Melissa Manchester at the ready if I need her!

"Baby cried the day the circus came to town cause she didn't want parades just passing by her. So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown while she danced without a net up on the wire. I know a lot about her cause you see, Baby ----- is an awful lot like me..."

Yes, I will survive!