It's Friday, which is normally a magic day where impending freedom makes everything a little brighter. This week, however, all that's impending is 60 hours of non-stop packing, followed by a week of fretting about the likelihood of every single one of our dishes getting broken in our impending move.
I hate packing. The fretting, in all honesty, is an everyday thing for me; I've grown accustomed to it.
The point is that I have the one cure for a crappy Friday (other than alcohol), and have decided to share it.
Simply put on any of the following songs - and, if possible, a pair of light-up L.A. Gears - and running-man your troubles away.
4) Bobby Brown, "On Our Own"
3) Digital Underground, "The Humpty Dance"
2) Salt N Pepa, "Push It"
1) Bell Biv DeVoe, "Poison"