1. I got paid a lovely bonus.
2. My MP3 player broke.
You, as our cousins in America often say quite loudly, do the math.
You do the math.
Do that math.
I've been struggling with what to do about the situation. I've even checked into seeing how much it will cost to repair my MP3 player, which I've now had for a year and which is filled to brimming with tons of my music. You see, the quandary is that it's only the screen that's broken - the music still plays perfectly well. And luckily, the day something heavy was dropped on it from probably quite a height (NOT BY ME, PEOPLE. NOT ACTUALLY BY ME, I STRESS) it was set to random shuffle, which means that it will just keep playing everything stored forever more. Although weirdly that recently seems to be mainly Joni Mitchell, and I've only got 2 Joni Mitchell albums stored on it. Hmm.
It will cost about £50 to fix, although they can't confirm that for sure until I send it to them to check. A new iPod - an actual iPod, not a non-brand MP3 player like I've been lugging about for the last year (one that will play videos too) - will cost me £149 (or £150 if I buy it in white). As far as I understand how economics works, that means it only really costs me £100. £100! For a new iPod! That I could have delivered the following day if I order before 5pm! That seems like a good deal to me.
1. I'm an idiot.
2. I drop things a lot.
Should I buy a new thing, or just fix my old broken thing?
The photos of statues were taken around Abney Park cemetery a couple of weeks ago. They've pulled down a lot of the old ivory in an attempt to preserve some of the older graves, which has just left the whole place looking creepier than ever. Particularly since the Blink episode of New Who.