The Prodigal iPod

About a month ago, I thought my ipod had fallen out of my purse and been nabbed, but it turns out that one of Boyfriend's ferrets had liked the shiny parts of the earbuds and decided to drag it away. Someone at his house found it, yesterday (I guess) and left it out of ferret reach on a shelf. It still had a little bit of battery life left in it, too; way to go, apple. SO HAPPY because I thought it was gone forever. Also happy because when I saw it on the shelf, Justin said he was thinking of getting me one to replace it for my birthday...and that's an awfully big gift.

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I had a dream, this morning, that I was studying at my friend Cameron's house and that Patrick Stewart had gone totally psycho and taken us hostage. He was having her do some chore outside, and he had me sitting with him in the kitchen listening to CDs from when he was in a choir. I recognized one of the pieces and somehow talked him down and into letting me use the bathroom, where I texted for help.