I have two favorite tracks that get the most play on my iPod touch.  The first being Richard Marx's song Save from the Emotional Remains album and Hit the Ground Runnin' by Keith Urban.    

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I'm waiting to purchase some new music this week.  I can usually just wait for it with same patience as I do any other musical purchase.  Although this one comes with the same delicious anticipation that usually follows buying a novel, attending a great concert, or going to a movie that I've been "dying" to see.  Is it possible to be over-enthusiastic over something so ridiculously minor in the grand scheme of things?  Hmmph... I may be a candidate for this syndrome.  At least I can admit this character flaw (or quality, which is my definition for it) and am able to be casual rather than excruciatingly obvious to the point of saccharine overload.  Yes the eager expectancy is fervent, but I can refrain from equating the event to something of a higher grandeur.  I don't want to expend the excitement all at once.  Though I have to say it does put a pleasant spin on what is a relatively boring and mundane Halloween holiday.  I feel that my mid-thirties disposition may be getting the best of me, but I don't find it all that unwelcoming.  Here is the attitude as of late:  I've done the droll act of fashioning a costume, and my halloween soirees are pretty much concluded for the rest of this year.  The only remaining Halloween act I have to pursue is extending candy to teens and small children within my small neighborhood.  My husband will be working that evening, which leaves me to this occupation by myself.  I wish that I could count on children to be less greedy so that I may leave the treats in the jack-o-lantern bowl on the porch.  This is a pipedream of course, but one can always reflect on those with hope.  You may say to yourself, "Why is she such a killjoy?"  I have really come to the realization that the best Halloween celebration is one where you get to watch Fear Fest, and revel in classic and contemporary horror.  This is usually accompanied by a sizeable bowl of lowfat popcorn and a root beer.  If Halloween were that simple, I would absolutely love it.  I truly think that, like the new CD's I long to purchase or the horror movies I view on Halloween, I find myself liking the simple pleasures.  I don't need the pomp and circumstance anymore, I just like to savor things without blowing all the enthusiasm away.  I'm striving to preclude my overeager human nature, and learn to smell the roses or something to that effect.  Maybe this can be attributed to my being sick, although it seems rational enough.