The Day My Zune Died

I am drained. I am hurting. It's cold. And my Zune MP3 player died yesterday. It was a sad and dreary day. I thought I wouldn't like that little black box of music, but after hours of listen to at least 800 of my favorite songs... it has come to an end. The end of a brief, yet musically enjoyable era. Good thing I didn't pay for the thing. I won it from Pepsi months ago, so that made it hurt a little less. (ha)

But... I had enjoyed hearing my favorite songs...even if no one else liked them. I could listen to everything from the Bee Gees to the Carpenters to Skillett, Ozzy, Steven Curtis Chapman or Daughtry or even southern gospel. I had all of the varieties. It was my happy little music box. Today is an empty little nothing. It's sad really.Yesterday was rough anyway, but when my little box that help me 'escape' when I was hurting - emotionally or physically - it made my day worse. Ha. I didn't realize that I had grown to love the little box. But I did, I admit it. It had grown on me.

Maybe today will be better, a little warmer, and little less emtionally draining. I'm up to my eyeballs in that mess. I need a break. I need warm weather, happy times and no stress....oh how I miss my little Zune. Better get ready for work.

Fibro-girl OUT!