The woman who sits behind me at work loves to sing to 80's music. Not just listen to it. Sing to it. Out loud. At work. She's an eccentric designer, so it's tolerated. And I'm a fairly tolerant worker bee...but this...most of the songs make me feel queasy when played in their native fashion. Even Trader Joe's knows that 80's music is over. But now I just can't take it anymore. Here are some recent atrocities I have been subjected to:

"You are an obsession...you're my obsession..."

"One thing leads to an-na-nother..."

"Urgent...urgent, urgent..."

"Lying beside you, here in my arms..."

Because I try to be kind and generous, I have thought about her life. I think she had a good time in the 80's. It was her decade. She was in love. Felt young and free. And now, somewhere in middle age land, all she has are some tunes that she's going to SING...DAMNIT!

Just for today, I can listen to 80's music.

Never realized how intrinsic plumbing is to happiness out here in Western Culture.

My building manager told me to hang in there for a few days. Am I supposed to hold it for three days?! I'll just hijack the toilets of local restaurants...they won't mind.

Other than that, 2012 feels good.

Just for today, I am grateful for plumbing.

...not the movie ("The Crazies"). Although, I might go dig it up on Netflix. I could use a poorly titled horror movie at this moment. I was even tempted to go see "The Devil Within." Stories about possessed people could surely speak to my personal struggles with PMS. Add a full moon to the mix and I could use an exorcism. Fortunately, I have a lot of chores.

Just for today, I have the Crazies.

I get it. Time passeth me by....

I spent the New Year weekend (after Saturday) allowing my hair to regain it's natural oil balance (i.e., no shower). It's great once you get past the homeless person phase. Unfortunately, I had to go to work today and, thus, introduced chemicals back into my hair.

I went to a party on New Years where we wrote down what we wanted to let go of on biodegradable helium balloons and then released them to they sky. I wrote some really boring items to let go of on my card, like "Fear" and "Lack of faith." So unoriginal.

Fortunately, the balloon I actually released contained a message I needed to hear, "Let go of negative self-talk and resentment." At midnight we let go of all the balloons and watched them fly up into the sky. It was beautiful.

Just for today, I can release the old.