Music is the only thing that makes sense...

I love music. Music speaks to my soul. If nothing else, all I need is an iPod with my favorite playlists to be happy. (Such playlists would include: I'm Better than You, Moving on & Moving Out, Volumes 1-3, Let's Get It On, Parts 1-4, Ok, This Time I'm Really Going To Clean, "Road Trips to the beach with Carol".)

Music helps me run better ("Gangsta's Paradise"- Coolio), drive longer (10 Things I Hate About You soundtrack), clean more efficiently/actually clean (SheDaisy's "Sweet Right Here" album), gets me in the mood to bake (Sia and The Bird And The Bee), helps me feel happy ("What I Got" by Sublime, anyone??).

I LOVE MUSIC (can't say it enough). I am Queen Of The Music Domain. I know and love EVERYTHING (I could list all the genres, but you might not know/appreciate them all). Don't even try to think you know artists/songs/albums better than me, because I'll always win at this game.

I also love/live by my (cue heavenly-angels-from-on-high singing) ~~iPod~~. And it's currently lost in a chaotic jumble-jungle, also known as "my room". And so my running/driving/cleaning/ baking/LIFE/very essence of my SOUL have been sorely lacking.

I'm stuck in a catch-22: I need to clean my room to find my iPod... but I need my iPod to clean... but I need to clean my room to FIND my iPod... but I need my iPod to clean... and it keeps on going and going in circles...

I guess I'll have to bust out/dust off the old CDs I have. Ugh---CDs---so much space waste with so little music-storage-capacity.

In the (sort of) words of Lupe Fiasco: [i-Pods] have saved MY LIFE."