I Left My Heart . . . Somewhere North of Here
I'm sick to death of everything on my iPod, so because I'm about to spend ten hours (if I'm lucky, it will be only ten) in the car this weekend, I browsed through the audiobooks on iTunes.
Customer reviews: yes, but who are these people?!
BEND, LICK, INSERT, SEND *****
I'M GOONA MAKE THIS AS SHORT AS POSSABLE. SO U WANNA CUSTOMER REVIEW WELL I WOULD HAVE TO SAY THIS AND A COLD GLASS OF MILK WILL KILL U.
To tell you the truth, "2ipods," I'm not going to spend the lonely hours between San Luis Obispo and Gilroy listening to Penthouse erotica -- at 80 m.p.h. I can imagine that kind of temptation would kill you, with or without cold milk -- so instead I'm going to go with "Memoirs of a Geisha" (abridged), Julia Sweeney's "Letting Go of God," and some no doubt mildly funny Ellen Degeneres thing (she's just so gosh-darned cute in those Amex ads).
So, just as I've recovered from the last trip, I'm off again. I guess you can do this type of thing when you have an untroubled husband with a flexible work schedule and an almost-six-year-old who no longer depends on you for much of anything besides toothbrushing and clean clothes. (The dog, however: she's going to miss me.) It also doesn't hurt to have a "job" that doesn't require my presence in any particular location. So, yay for all that! Even though some things in my life are so sad and difficult right now, I still feel like I come out ahead.