Cell phone. iPod.

I have had my cell phone for four years. Four years. I guess it's okay to consider upgrading. I don't like shopping for things like this. I typically look a little and, when I find one that's aesthetically pleasing with the one or two features that I'm looking for, I buy.

My iPod's missing and I'm relatively calm about it. Perhaps I think it's in an overlooked drawer at work. Perhaps. I did look in all my drawers and under the desk and I've cleaned out my purse and carry-all and I looked under paper and in the recycle bin. She's somewhere and I'm relatively certain that somewhere is still in my possession, if not my hands. I promise to be a trifle less sanguine about this tomorrow if I haven't found her by close-of-business.

Time for sleep. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.