A DAY FOR MOURNING

I lost my iPod....... I want to die. My little pocket buddy is gone. My companion at work, my partner in the gym... gone. He's probably in the pocket of the lucky prick who stole it or found it. Which one of the two it is, I do not know. I can't remember. It's all a blur. It happened so quickly. What do I do? I've searched everywhere... gym bag, briefcase, laptop bag, under the couch.... nowhere, nothing, nada, zilch.... I cry.

HAVE YOU SEEN MY iPOD

A moment of silence please
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Thank you.

Please return to your normal daily life. As it does go on.

I'll just have to endure it, without my little izzy pizzy.