Crap
So I was running on a treadmill today, listening to my little mp3 player, and reached for it but snagged my headphone cord instead and the mp3 player dropped, skidded across the treadmill, and was shot out onto the floor. Now it won't power on. Fucking LAME. I lost all motivation to keep running right then and there. I imagine I'm going to have a hard time motivating myself to do any more PT in the gym without my mp3 player. So now I need to wait until my next paycheck and hopefully with that one I can get another mp3 player and an armband so this doesn't happen again.
After I finished Deadhouse Gates I decided it was time for something a little lighter. One of the books I picked up at the terminal in Campbell was Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys. It's a spinoff from American Gods. I didn't think American Gods was all that great but I knew Gaiman would be lighter than anything else I've got with me so I read it. It was pretty much awesome. Funnier than American Gods and I went right through it. I just started reading Jonathon Strange and Mr. Norrell and I have no idea what it's about besides magicians in England.