I was in a hurry this morning, to switch the laundry and get back upstairs to my sick little one (she has a cold, but in an asthmatic child, warrants being watched) when my ipod feel out of the pocket of my sweatshirt and landed, face down, on the concrete floor.
It still works, for now, but I'm going to have to replace it. I'm so mad at myself even though it was an accident I'm totally beating myself up about it. Ipod's are so damn expensive and I just got a nook I can't spend another $200 dollars right now on something I don't really need. I'm having myself a nice pity party here, poor me, poor ipod!