Apr 2

In the immortal words of the Byrds, “There is a season / turn, turn, turn ” — hang on, wrong part of the song.

As I was saying, in the immortal words of the Byrds, “[there is] a time to be born, a time to die.” For our friend Angi’s iPod Nano, the former was February, 2006, and the latter was now.

The battery in the Nano just wouldn’t hold a charge anymore, which made it less of a portable music player, and more a small, shiny rectangle. Instead of tossing it, she asked if could change the battery for her.

I said sure, why not? I was positive that a stiff shot of liquor would calm my nerves and steady my hands. Besides, it wasn’t like it was my Nano, or anything. gulp.

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