Streetlight...people...oh...oh...OH!

I found myself in a work-induced fit of rage earlier today, and as I was about to cry, rip my hair out strand by strand and/or inflict damage on the people around me, a song came on. That song was none other than Don't Stop Believin'.

Okay, I'm not afraid to admit how much I love Journey. I'm also quite fond of Steve Perry's post-Journey solo efforts. I once developed a crush on a guy for the sole reason that we spent an hour at a party discussing our mutual love for this band. I love them THAT much. Right next to The White Album in my vinyl collection is Infinity, and I'm not ashamed of that.

So anyway, there I was, positively seething when the magic of Journey kicked in. I pictured myself, movie-like, slowly getting up from my desk while Steve Perry sang, "Do-n't stop belie-evin'. Hold on to the feeli-i-i-i-n" and beating people up. Like a prizefighter - with gloves and everything. And it made me giggle. Another bad situation avoided because of Journey.