Sometimes story titles are just there for me, but when they're not ... ugh. I thought I had worked out a title for my current story, but then I realized the direction I was going kind of spoiled the story, so I've been flailing. And I start posting a week from today. I don't like deadlines.
The best title candidate now is a lyric from an Air Supply song. Air Supply. It's kind of doofily appropriate, but still.