I never thought that a little remote could hold so much joy, not until I purchased an iHome. For the technically unsavy, an iHome is a speaker/docking system for an Ipod in which the music that you have collected on said ipod will spew forth. It's also an alarm clock and a radio, all the convenience of a Radio/CD player, without the mess of CDs. Joy.
And boy does it ever bring me Joy, as sad as that sounds. I spent a good portion of last night laying lifelessly on my back in bed with my head starring at the digitalized numbers from an upside down view skipping through songs and allowing the sounds of the music to envelope me in its arms. No Eminem for me today. Skip. Ah, Memory from Cats, that will stay. And while I'm normally one to rock out to the likes of queen, that, qualified for a skip. Tonight’s mood required elegant music from the likes of Sarah Brightman or Michael Crawford, The Phantom of the Opera and for good measure, some comedic relief from Brian Regan.... Yes, it mixed well in my head. And that little black remote that I clenched so tightly in my hand held the power of the skip, so that i didn't have to reach the 3-4 feet and hit skip on the actual ipod itself.
Lazy. Bliss. Happiness. iHome remote, you spin me right round.
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