Okay, so my CDs get stolen about a month ago, or something close to it. This is quite the bummer being that I had gone record shopping about 36 hours beforehand and had my little book stocked full of my current favorites as well as these new acquisitions that were on their way to being favorites.
Then both of my cats get sick.
Then I get a slick, white MP3 player.
I no longer cry when gazing upon my empty CD cases.
My cats receive attention.
Life turns around.
I narrowly avoid death while picking out the most appropriate song for the moment while driving.
Thank you Steve.
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