Small Painful Things

I had a series of small heart-attacks yesterday.
My MP3 player got washed in the laundry (by my sweet roommate who snatched the jacket hanging off the end of my bed, thinking she would do me a favor) and came out with loads of water behind the screen that would bubble every time I turned it up or down. It was very exciting.
Dad taped it to the porch outside and then spent like an hour drying it with a hair dryer, and when when we turned it back on the Lord decided to pull a fast one on us and it started working again!!!
Only...to stop working several minutes later.
Thankfully I have a guarantee! (All that's left is to find it)
Thus concludes the most insignificant blog post ever.