Yesterday, I went into work SO pissed off I was about to walk out. I'm super high drama, like hella, ya know? What a difference 9 hours makes because by 12 am when the last towel had been tri-folded and all the candles had been turned into the face-out position I was as happy as a kumquat in early autumn(from my research on google it is suggested that "early autumn" is when the kumquat fruit ripens). There was only one reason for this spectacular emotional 180, and his name is Ginuwine. Don't tell me music isn't a powerful tool because the closing playlist shifted my mood considerably. Ok, ok, it might have also had to do with an accompanying dance party that took place with Sarah...but...WHATEVER.