so sad i forgot to cry

I was joking with a friend last night that I had come down with the anxiety because I bought a new mp3 player but I was worried that I might have fucked up the battery. But then after we got off the phone I tried to nerd new firmware into it and the thing fucking blue screened so I had to figure out how to fix it until 1:45am. Then I woke up at 4:45 am with the profound feeling that something was very, very wrong, and my first thought was where's my mp3 player, and why is it not strapped to my deeply aching body. It took me a minute or two to emerge from my sleep stupor and realize that the problem wasn't that my mp3 player was missing, but that I was in severe physical discomfort. To simply call it "indigestion" seems grossly unfair to the 4:45 - 7am version of myself who nearly lost his resolve to persevere.

But eventually the culprit turned the corner, and I finally expelled him a couple of hours ago, thank god.

I told Old Kleenex Headphones that I had a crush on my new mp3 player, and he asked if it was a "hardware hard-on", which I found rather vulgar, because it's not like that at all, it's a crush: I think it's cute and I wonder what it's doing right now and I'm all excited about giving it a ride home. My dick, for once, has nothing to do with it.