i try to say goodbye and i choke, try to walk away and i stumble

Yeah, this song is not new to anyone except those who were living under a rock in 1999. I don't care, it's what I'm in the mood to listen to right now. The lyrics have meaning to my feelings right now. The title of this blog refers directly to my damn iPod. As I posted earlier, I have been having issues with my iPod. Tonight I decided at 10:30 to see if the issue had magically corrected itself. You never know, stranger things have happened.

Miraculously, iTunes, instead of just freezing up whenever the iPod was plugged in, gave me a message that it couldn't read the data from my iPod and I should restore the iPod to factory settings. Stupid me did this without thinking first. I should have backed up the music. I did not. Therefore, upon "restoring" the iPod, I deleted every bit of music from the iPod. Every song, every playlist, every album cover.

I have spent HOURS on this fucking thing and POOF it was gone!

I wanted to just throw it away. Say, fuck it, I don't need it. I can live without it.

Unfortunately, I am weak under the power of the iPod. And here I sit, at 1:25 am, waiting for it to finish syncing music. A mere mortal who knows she could not possibly get through the day without her mini-Tom (yes, I've named my iPod. bite me).

On the plus side, I had been planning to delete a bunch of crap and load some other songs I have recently downloaded, but had been unable to do so due to the iPod not communicating with iTunes. So, my iPod, when it's done syncing, will have fewer crappy songs and more awesome songs.

I still would rather have done this on the weekend instead.

here comes the rain again

I'm looking out my window towards my back yard, the rain is falling so hard it looks like something out of "Singing in the Rain." I'm watching the Red Sox play the Los Angeles Anaheim Narnia Scotland Angels on Fox and can say with total certainty that this is a perfect afternoon.

I type this just as the "Searching for signal on satellite" comes on the screen.

Oh well, sometimes quiet is nice.

We haven't had a lot of rain here this summer. My brown and crusty lawn can attest to that. Sure, I could water the lawn. As soon as I become a contortionist, I'll get right on that. Some completely insane person installed the spigot on my house under a part of my house that juts out, so you literally have to crawl on your hands and knees and lay on your stomach to put the hose onto the spigot in the first place, and the same to turn it on and off. It's not worth the extra money the higher water bill would involve. Someday, I'll hire a plumber to move the spigot to another, logical place and then I'll have a nice lawn. That project is #8279 on my "Things to do to fix up my house" list. It's a long list.

Just as quickly, the rain has let up and the picture comes back on the TV.

I'm getting quite annoyed with iTunes lately. For some reason I cannot sync my iPod with iTunes, which means I cannot load any music from my computer to my iPod. This has been going on for a few days with no apparent correction in sight. If any of you reading this have any solution to this problem, please let me know. I've tried reinstalling the latest version of iTunes, rebooting the computer, changing usb ports. It's annoying. I'm very much a plug and play kind of girl. I don't want to work for my music, I want it to just work when I want it to work.

I know I'm taking an insane amount of time to type this. Easily distracted by activity on the television or checking out iTunes support board for a solution (nothing), but in the span of time that I've been typing this blog, we went from bright sunshine to dark as night clouds to rain and thunder and now back to bright sunshine. What the hell?

Last night I saw a picture of a friend from college and it was jarring to see the beginnings of wrinkles on his face. I haven't seen him since he graduated 9 years ago, but in my mind he hasn't changed one iota. I know I have gray hairs, but I liked to pretend that I was the only one. I guess time marches on for all of us.

Getting old sucks.

And the Narnia Angels just took the lead over Boston. Bastards.