So, after
- my new-age-Celine-Dion-infused initiation into the wonderful world of corporate yoga;
- my very adult introduction to the opera;
- a 90th birthday party in Etobicoke;
- my first ever e-bay purchase;
- losing a bet because not only is David Suzuki a zoologist by training, but so is fucking Richard Dawkins (thanks for helping me out there, Dick); and,
- having the grace to host a friend for a movie then passing out on them almost immediately like a champ, and apparently snoring like an overweight 60 year old man,
I spent the hour between 7 an 8 this morning watching my ipod self-destruct. At about 7:03, the thing stopped responding to any sort of button-pressing, while apparently remaining "on" yet emitting zero sounds. Over the course of the hour, the little guy just got hotter and hotter to the touch, and then shut itself down around 7:57.