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Sound of Silence

Upon arrival to my office, it became glaringly apparent that I had left my iPod at home.

I remembered the strawberries and the Grape Nuts and the lunch salad fixin's and my camera, but the Giver of All Music, Light, and Happiness is still sitting on my desk at home. On top of my Moleskine, no less, my notebook for all important dream recordings, blog brainstormings, and grocery listings.

This leaves me not many options.

Option the First: listen to the radio. But I don't have a radio at my desk, so I would be reduced to stealing a radio from someone else's office. Or convince my supervisor to let me work from my car.

Option the Second: borrow some CDs from Jeff. But he only has, like, three CDs and he plays them all day long. Every day. Week in and week out. Sometimes I daydream about shoving those three CDs down his throat to see how far they will go before they break or he bleeds out.

Option the Third: streaming internet radio. But IT frowns on this because of bandwidth concerns. And by "frowns on" I mean "freaks out about and bans".

Option the Fourth: silence. Only the typing and phone calls of my coworkers. And my computer fan. And Jeff's cough. Linda's throat clearing.

This is going to be a long day.