Much to my relief, I have finally figured out how to take stuff off my iPod. I got the 4 gig model with the intention of switching music out. 40 gig is nice and all, but who needs it if you can change stuff out?

I'm also relieved to find that I'm not the only one who thinks the documentation that came with the 'pod is inadequate. But, thankfully, there are legions of people far more tech-oriented than myself who have figured all of this out. Go to www.ipodlounge.com to find them.

In a somewhat contemplative mood here at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle today. Listening to Kansas's "Dust in the Wind" and Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" and Floyd's "High Hopes," among others.

I've been in a bad, mad, world-of-angst mood lately. Sometimes I could swear the AP just rolls some percentile dice every day and sticks the number dead in Iraq in yesterday's headline. The Idiot in Chief refuses to name a date to get out, thereby ensuring the insurgents have plenty of reason to keep fighting and that the good-guy Iraqis never learn how to take care of their own problems. The Supreme Court just pretty much negated all property owner's rights in favor of corporate greed. The LGBT community is still being treated as something slimy the religious wackos would be only too happy to scrape away and bury. The science community is next in line for that kind of treatment with fear on the one hand and hate on the other. We're wasting money on a useless unwinnable war while our space shuttles are dangerously obsolete, the ISS is hanging by a slender Russian thread and we still have no means to defend ourselves from asteroid strike. And in my own personal circle of hell I've been trying to deal with a situation that trips off every alarm in my head with no answers forthcoming, resulting in considerable stress and anxiety. To the point where it's tripping of the depression. You know who you are, as I suspect you've been reading this blog. I don't need this shit. I don't need you. You said something about how you could be friends with me now that I "no longer saw you as a sexual being." Did it occur to you I didn't want anything to do with you anymore? Whatever you're planning, I'm not playing. I have my own agenda for my life. You're not in it. Don't make my choices for me. I'm not the doormat I used to be. I'm not dependent on anybody anymore, and before you started all this I was perfectly happy with my life. Don't look to me to figure out your life for you. You're not my boyfriend, you've made it clear you don't want to be, therefore you're not entitled to take over my life and determine my future.

Actually it's kind of ironic you seem to be looking to me to determine what you're going to do with your life considering you're a supposed genius and I'm the lifelong failure.


Anyway. Figuring out how to delete stuff from my iPod may be a small victory but it's a bright spot in an otherwise emotionally suffocating time.

I've been twitching a lot. Not a good sign.


On top of it all, I need to swing by school in the next week or so to get my new math book and go talk to the job placement lady. I'm beginning to worry about the whole job thing.


And of course in three weeks I'll be 36 years old. Part of me just wants to say screw the whole birthday thing and spend the day in bed. But I know that if I don't get out and do something it'll be even worse. Still don't know what I want to do though.