and then I traded it in....

I get so unreasonably sad when I lose inanimate objects I've had for a long time.

Yesterday in the first mile of my 12 mile run my ipod stopped working. I was trying to advance to a new song and suddenly an unhappy ipod icon appeared on the screen with a web address for the ipod service. Recognizing that surviving even for a full day without a working ipod would be almost impossible for me, I went to the apple store today and made my appointment with the genius bar. The guy promptly told me that yes, the ipod is broken, and it would cost me $300 for them to swap out all the innards to fix it. Since a new ipod costs $249 the solution seemed obvious, but I momentarily considered the option of fixing my old ipod. OK, I've only had it for the past four years, but we've run countless miles together and taken dozens of road trips together. In the end I broke down and bought the new ipod. Then I also got an ipod shuffle so that the new ipod won't have its lifespan shortened by the frantic jouncing of me running. Then I found the best thing yet. These headphones actually allow you to clip the shuffle into the headphones themselves. No more cords combined with decent sound. Will the wonders never cease. At checkout though I almost cried when they took away my old beaten up ipod. As I was saying goodbye to it I felt bad that I'd never named is so the new ipod is called Francis after the heroine of Dirty Dancing, and the shuffle is called Marcee after my favorite pt (is that bad?).

If I ever really do have to get rid of my car I am going to be inconsolable.

Current Mood: Sadness out of proportion to the event