My beloved iPod is either in need of service from Apple, or it's going to be retired for a sexier model if I can afford it.
This all started last night after I got home from doing the news. I pressed pause on it and pulled it out of its holder in my car. I put it in my purse, went inside, and then took it out again to take upstairs to sync with iTunes. It was then that I noticed an ominous clicking noise coming from within the player.
I looked with dismay upon the screen, where eventually a little icon appeared.
I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that it makes more sense to upgrade than to shell out more money to fix this one. I've had it since March 2005. This one replaced the one Matt gave me in November 2004 as a belated wedding gift.
I find humor in the fact that the very last song that will probably get played on my little box of musical wonders was Nine Inch Nail's "Last" off Broken (Video created by a fan):
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