It's all coming back to me now

I have spent the last year or so mostly listening to chick music -- lyric-driven folk tunes, plaintive boy ballads, and the like -- but tonight, on my way home from work, I turned to my Anger Management playlist. I wanted some loud, angry music to soothe my soul -- Audioslave, A Perfect Circle, Em. The only problem is that my commute is a short 10-minute drive involving no highway. So just when I pick up the appropriate speed and crank the tunes, I have to stop. And then lower the volume sheepishly, as I am a suburban white girl driving a Beetle, for chrissakes. (No, I haven't fixed the Saturn yet.) And when I got home, I actually hit the treadmill for the first time in weeks, as I really, really wanted to keep listening to the angry tunes -- they are the perfect antidote to being cooped up all day.