It Never Occured To Me

I should be writing my art history paper right now, but I'm having trouble working up the proper amount of enthusiasm for this Dadaist sculpture. (Credit Where Credit Is Due: This is 1978's "New Stones -- Newton's Tones" by Tony Cragg, currently on exhibition at the Hayward Gallery's 'How To Improve The World: 60 Years of British Art.')

It occured to me recently that when I go home I will be utterly without a computer, as my hard drive exploded shortly after I left town. Lila gave it to her father for repairs but I'm pretty concerned that he's going to find my porn so I should probably have her go get it back before he forbids me to set foot in their house again.

I want to listen to music and CD formatting is just not what I'm looking for. If only there were some sort of device that would store thousands of songs to be played in any order on demand...