It all started with a sickly clunk in the dryer. Too sporadic to be pennies floating in the barrel. Too heavy to be zippers scratching against the side. I knew without knowing, and the phrase ‘it all started’ carried with it an awful weight. This wasn’t the start of anything. Nope. Instead, it was the end.
I left my ipod in the right pocket of a pair of shorts. There, I murdered it in a foamy swell of Tide.
And after letting it dry out for 3 very anxious days, careful to let any and every water molecule leave the various components inside my 2 gig gizmo, I plugged it in…
And 3 days after murdering my ipod, my ipod was…
Still dead.
I think I fried the logic board. Itunes will still recognize it, but the screen shows a blizzard of white and as soon as I unplug the thing, it stops working. It might be the battery, and it’s that the case, I will upgrade my imurderer card to isurgeon sometime in the near future.
Comments (4)
may it rest in ipeace. um, if its not iresuscitated that is.
oh noes!
that sucks
just 2 gigs...? shoulda murdered it sooner