It was not until I heard the sickening sounds of its lifeless body being  repeatedly thrown against the dryer door that I realized that something had gone terribly wrong. The horror! There I sat holding its lifeless form, never again to glow to life. Never again to play those Nirvana albums over and over again. Never again to accompany me during the long hours at work.  Oh I pod Nano, how I will miss all the joy you brought me. To think I will never hear that little clicky scroll wheel ever again and never play those stupid little games. I'll even miss you're flaws, like how you would sometime refuse to shut off, even though I clearly needed time away. Or even the way you would sometimes freeze up, with no way to reset, and I'd have to wait all day for your battery to drain, just so I could charge it back up. But you always came back, we'd make up and listen to sweet sweet Nirvana all night long. Goodbye Ipod Nano... you were too young!

p.s. Now how the hell am I supposed to listen to the podcast while working, dammit.