iPod + washing machine = sadness

Today after my run I managed to wash my iPod in the washer, ruining it. I am sad. I cleaned the bedroom, straightened out my desk, took down the pool (some more) and swept the porch.

I went to my writer’s group, but only one other person showed up. We talked about nothing for fifteen minutes and then I went across the street and got another iPod. I’ll try not to wash this one this time.