Further reinforcing the idea that I am the Mat Cauthon of this board, someone found my iPod (been missing since Monday of last week) and actually was good enough to give it back, one day after my b-day. With all of the horror stories I've been hearing (about people's iPods getting lost forever, and people bragging about iPods they just found on the street), I'm fucking elated. Shit's crashing down all around me at work, and all I can think of is that I'll be able to listen to DT again to and from work starting tomorrow morning.
~kov.
Tell me - how is that fucking possible to lose an iPod given you were in the right mind (were you, btw?)