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I feel like I talk about this a lot, but I have mentioned before how I have a total love-hate relationship with my iPod right? I love it oh-so-much, but man, do I hate being tied to a gadget.

This whole problem has been pretty academic for the last week or so, because my poor, poor, third generation iPod died. It's been in the process for about a year now- strange shortings out, gradually decreasing battery charge- but now it won't even work plugged into a power source. I knew this was coming, but I couldn’t bear to send it off and be without for however long it took to fix. And, secretly, I was hoping for some sparks, or smoke or something (which is how the first iPod died. Sparks. Good stuff, man.).

The important part of this story is that for the first time in more than three years, I am completely at the mercy of the radio station in my head.

I'm given to understand that not everyone has internal constant background noise. I do. This wouldn't be so bad if I had any kind of conscious control over it. I don't. And my internal radio station isn't just on, it's programmed by some by some Asberger's suffering, OCD, jingle loving person of pure evil.

( what I've been listening to, now that I have no say in the matter )