I have a post I've written about last night's Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert, but I shall post it later because I am in the throes of sadness.
My iPod, she has kicked it.
It's been coming for a while now. It was freezing more frequently, and once I got the sad Mac face. Then, it magically fixed itself. Now, not so much. It's making a whining bleat whenever I try to reset, and won't connect to the computer. So I shall have to send it to them, and hope I get "it" back (They send a comparable refurbished item back, so it will never, ever be the same. But I shall pretend.)
The weird thing is, I keep wondering why I feel so down, remembering the iPod, she has kicked it, and (mentally) crying, "Noooooo! Deathly Hallows is less than a week away!"
Then I remember I'm buying the cassettes. Duh.
Anyway. I'm going to mourn now. And possibly mope.
2 comments:
But we do become attached to things. And your little iPod is a huge part of your life. So, as a very wise woman told me the other day when I was crying over used furniture, give yourself time to mourn. :)
LOL--You're always throwing my words back at me.
But thank you. I shall.
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