iTunes cannot satisfy me today: no matter what song it offers up, it's not what I want. 7500 songs and nothing I want to listen to — I am the the mp3 equivalent of a rich girl throwing a hissyfit in her palatial wardrobe. To solve my problem I have ordered a copy of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, since I discovered it the other day on casette tape and, lo, whatever you have only on casette tape when you no longer have a tape player must be what you want to listen to.
Yes, I am irreverent today. This writer-(who-should-be-)at-work moment brought to you by procrastination, and a wandering attention span.
I may even have real content later.
I wouldn't bank on it, though.