I Killed My iPod
It wasn't intentional, but my iPod is dead. I dropped it on the floor and the front cracked and now it won't turn on. It is the saddest thing ever. I can't buy another one because they're too much money and I could only get this one b/c I had a $50 gift card so woe is me. Yesterday, I kept going back to it, thinking that maybe it would work if I pushed the button just one more time. I was like a mother bird whose dead babies no longer peep but who tries to feed them worms anyway. Or something like that. It didn't turn on. RIP. I no longer have music--actually, that's not true because I do have a small $6.99 radio Walkman and gigantic headphones. I need to walk home from TUCC today and so will bring that along. I know there are ways to fix it--just found a few online so maybe something will work and I don't have to utterly despair.
Finished What is the What? last night and sobbed and sobbed at the end (which I never do. He uses this beautiful device at the end where the narrator speaks directly to the reader, asking for you to listen, to respond). It's a great book. It's a great terrible book that makes me almost want to do something to help Sudanese refugees. I suppose I could be a mentor. I'll type up the end of the book after I return home so you can know what I mean. Will have to read Distant Star tonight since I couldn't find it this weekend.
Finished What is the What? last night and sobbed and sobbed at the end (which I never do. He uses this beautiful device at the end where the narrator speaks directly to the reader, asking for you to listen, to respond). It's a great book. It's a great terrible book that makes me almost want to do something to help Sudanese refugees. I suppose I could be a mentor. I'll type up the end of the book after I return home so you can know what I mean. Will have to read Distant Star tonight since I couldn't find it this weekend.
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