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Hahaha, that was awesome.

Apparently one cure for a bad day is for me to go out on my deck to smoke just in time for my mailman to come by, and to hear him singing "Don't Stop Believin'" at the top of his lungs in a very bad falsetto. He was loud enough that I could easily identify the song, even though my house is pretty far from the road (and up a biiiig hill). He was so, so awful, but clearly so filled with sheer joy that he had to sing, and didn't care who heard. It made me giggle madly. :D