My mom is trying to fix my 80 GB iPod Classic.
Not like I’ve spent the past two days attempting to fix it. I’ve done everything that I could think of and everything that was suggested by Apple and others. My computer won’t recognize it.
My mom is going to reformat. Not like I’ve done that a bazillion times.
Oh well, maybe she’ll get it fixed and I can have my baby back.
Not going to get my hopes up, but if she gets it to work, I might cry.
No joke.
About Me
- Jill
- I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
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