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 e...