The Voice in My Head is Daniel Powter

My car's alternator went out yesterday.  It was making a very strange whining sound on the drive in to work.  Then, NPR started flickering and then went out.  I just assumed it had to do with the government shutdown, so I ignored it for a mile or so.  Remembering that the shutdown wasn't supposed to start till midnight (and thinking through that it was unlikely NPR would go silent right away), I looked closer at my dashboard.  All sorts of lights that you don't want to see were on.

This one was easy.  The battery was feeling both positive and negative about our situation.

Anti-ballistic missile system?  All boys suck?  Oh yes, anti-lock braking system.  My brakes were at risk of locking. 

I'm getting cold, Russell.  Why can't I feel my tires?

Your cocktail seems to be empty.

And yes, they were in fact in four different colors.  I paid extra for this option.

I pulled over into a parking lot just as my car was winding down.  Luckily, it was an auto supply store.  One new battery later, and...the car started, but was clearly still in a lot of pain.

I drove it to the mechanic near our house and dropped it off.  I say near - it is about four miles from our house.  It was a lovely day in the low 90's, so I started walking home.  

About a quarter mile into the walk, this song starts going through my head:

"So you had a bad day!"

And not the whole song, because I don't know the whole song.  Just that line.  Over and over.  Every 10 seconds or so.

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine,

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine,

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

I tried to reason with it.

"No, I've had a few unfortunate setbacks, but it's still a fine day."

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

"Actually, I'm getting exercise; I didn't have to get my car towed...."

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

I even tried my failproof song-that-I-think-about-to-get-other-songs-out-of-my-head song.

"Let the good times roll, let them knock you around." (I've been using this for a loooong time).

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

"Let the good times roll. Let them make you a clown."

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

OK Mother-f*cker!!!  It's a bad day.  A terrible, awful, soul-crushing day. Happy now? Get the bleep out of my head!  

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.

I truly hate that song.

"So you had a bad day."  five, six, seven, eight, nine.