ipod please please come back to life

you scraped your tongue?

my attempt to "restore" my ipod has failed. it is feverish and whimpering and no longer has any music on it.

in the whole restoring process, though, i realized how much of my music i'm actually pretty okay with not ever listening to again. like the shins. i especially don't particularly want to ever hear the shins again. why did i like the shins? i remember liking the shins! i remember singing that one song with megan all the time. i remember accidentally missing the concert and then seeing the dreamers and getting ice cream instead. but i do not remember why i liked them.

i hope i can fix this thing by monday, because another eight hours of chinatown bus without music will not be so fun. last time i was stuck sitting behind this lady who was talking on the phone about how she just slept for 51 hours straight, and was at a party where everyone was rolling around on the floor. what? who are you? nobody does either of those things, ever.

the good news is, ipod or no ipod, i have an minimalist japanese inflatable neck pillow from that minimalist japanese design section of the moma store cos i used my store credit today. so, i will be the coolest person on the chinatown bus.