I used to be a big shower-music-listener; in a bunch of my former homes we had a stereo in the bathroom for morning perk-up jams. However, because I can hear people silently farting from three apartments away in this building, I've refrained from setting up a boom box in the john. Common courtesy, you know.
Along with shower-music-listening comes shower-music-singing. Here's a power ballad I've been thinking of lately as I drag myself to places I don't really want to go. Don't be afraid just 'cause it's Barbra.