The best song I've heard on the way to work this year exploded out of my tiny speakers this morning, Wednesday, March 8, a day after Donna's birthday and an hour before I would suffer through another Department Meeting of PETTY GRIEVANCES, in which I would sit, lost in reverie, transported to March 29 at The Independent, with the kids safely tucked in, and oh yes the frothy beer shall flow like Isadora Duncan across the floor down my throat while young men make discordant sounds atop a large stage and self-consciousness will be defeated, and we will drink ourselves twentysomething, and that song was

"Uncontrollable Urge"

(tomorrow, the best way I've buttered my bread this semester)