i love my ipod

My iPod seem to die about two weeks ago and I wanted to die along with it. I didn’t realize how dependent I had become on that little thing until it kicked the bucket. Suddenly, I was having some serious withdrawal symptoms, like irritability (although the PMS probably didn’t help things either), difficulty concentrating…all kinds of crap. Finally, I found the time in my schedule to go to the Apple store today and hand them my poor sick one, who seemed to have kicked the bucket due to  failed battery. But no problem; they replaced him with a brand new friend, free of charge and now me and my music are reunited, even as I type this.

It’s so funny how much of an impact music has on me because the minute I had it pulsing through my ears, everything in the world seemed to make sense to me and all felt right. I think listening to music is like meditating. Sitting still and quieting my mind is pretty much impossible because I am so damn hyper but when the music comes on, I can concentrate and sit still. It’s my therapy when I’m down and my ass-kicker when I need a charge of energy. It’ll definitely come in handy tomorrow when I have to go work and make my way through the usual tomfoolery…but I think I can handle it now. (yeah, Mark, as Erykah Badu says, “you can’t fuck with me so just leave me alone.”)

But the other nice thing about having my music back is that it’ll get me back into painting mode. I wanted to sit down and work on sketches this weekned for the Warrior of the Light piece that I want to do but I haven’t been able to sit still long enough to do it. I’m still decompressing from the week’s events…or I just have ADD.

Either way…it’s all good.

~ by J on December 10, 2007.