Another Night

I like my two-day weekends, just because after living my entire univ/post-university existence with no such thing, it's a nice break to have "weekends". Two days in a row, no less. Anyway, I usually use my second day of the weekend to do grocery shopping so I don't choke on Starbucks breakfast sandwiches because I eat them so much. Today's experience? Let's just say I had numerous thoughts of self-mutilation circling around my mind throughout the trip.

Backtracking a little, I was driving down No. 3 Rd. to get where I wanted to go. The traffic was gawd-awful. And the music, the music blasting from the speakers in my car. God I wanted to take out the car keys from the ignition, stick it in my ears, and puncture my eardrums. I wanted to take off my glasses and smash it, and use the broken pieces to gouge out my own eyes. I wanted to use another piece of my glasses and slash my throat with it, or at least inflict some kind of puncture wounds so I would leave this earth faster than the ambulance can make it through the serpentine of cars in the traffic on No. 3 Rd.

So one can say my day was not good. There were people everywhere. I get cranky when I enter into a crowded space. Plus my throat hurt. Oh how I love to whine.

But my mood got considerably better when I got home and I found the song that I liked so much (secretly) when I was small. It's "Another Night" by The Real McCoy. How did I find this song? Well, it's a long story. I was watching "Listed" on MuchMoreMusic, and they were counting down the 20 best dance hits. Then they mentioned The Real McCoy, the elusive name that escaped me so many years ago. I wiki-ed The Real McCoy, and found out the name of the song! So I found the song, and it takes me back. Sometimes, it's great to wallow in the past, though no good comes out of it.