My mp3 player bit the dust Monday night, after a year and a half of faithful service. My best guess is a massive harddrive failure, but it's out of warranty and would cost me $50 just to have Dell tell me what's wrong with it. I'm pretty upset about it, more than I probably should be about a piece of of electronics, but man, I took that thing everywhere. And I didn't think to bring a CD player with me, so all I have is a Walkman that's a genuine artifact of the 80s, and four cassettes, three of which one of my coworkers and me found in a big case someone had dumped in the dumpster at work (some of the other stuff was pretty hilarious), and the last of which is probably a third-gen copy of stuff from the early 90s. My mom is hopefully going to sell me my brother's old mp3 player, which she bought off of him so he could buy a new one, though.

This week has largely kind of blown, actually, which makes me very glad tomorrow is Friday, and I'm going away for the weekend.

Also, I am still desperately short people's phone numbers - I went through my old address book on my phone, but most of those are over a year old, and I know a ton of you have new numbers now. So even if you think I have it, or have posted it somewhere - e-mail it to me anyway.