That does it. I'm calling it. Official time of death, 2:46pm. Official cause of death: loss due to premature dementia driven forgetfulness. There. It's official. I need a new iPod.
I'd probably already have a new one by now if not for the banishing of eBay at the workplace (*gasp*! There it is! Her first NewJob complaint!) and L's insistence that I acquire one with a "really, really solid" warantee. Cause, I'm told, often these devices tend to just up and die for no reason. Of course, I've never not lost one long enough to experience the pod's entire lifecycle, but I hope that my poor bPod, wherever she may be, commits toilicide on her new owner post-haste.