Reasons I love my iPod # 245

When the guy next to you won't stop laughing maniacally because he's reading funny emails, you can plug yourself in and listen to cello rock.

The stars must be misaligned

So far today, I've been a basketcase. I wiped out the answers to a poll on a yahoo group, forgot to set the permissions so anyone could vote in another group, and had to redo something twice because in the process of fixing it, I broke it, so I had to fix it again.

And I grabbed the wrong deodorant this morning, so I smell funny. I hate that.

In better news, I got an entire scarf done yesterday (my sisters' Christmas present) and I found a table for my sewing machine. That's the great thing about living on an alley where all the trash cans are--people leave stuff. I opened up my kitchen door to see what the weather was like, and 10 feet away, there sat a pristine typewriter table with drop leaves. It's now mine and will be the happy home for the Bernina as soon as I finagle getting it up the stairs in my apartment. Yay.

The guy next to me is still infected with these maniacal giggles. Weird.

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I shouldn't have complained about smelling like weird deodorant earlier, because I ate lunch in the faux diner at the mall, and they started frying bacon right after I sat down. Now, I'm not nearly as squeamish about meat as a lot of vegetarians, but bacon is positively the most vile thing ever, because when cooking, it really smells like smoking, burning flesh.

And now, by virtue of sitting there, I smell like it. Ick.