Death of an iPod

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. OK now that that is done and over with. My iPod has died for the THIRD time, but as is the case in medicine, a couple have to die before you figure out what is really going on. I finally connected that this stupid malfunctioning radiobobmajig burns out the battery if you aren't careful and watching. So now, my much beloved Redi (named after the first scientist to dispute spontaneous generation, Francisco Redi ....NERDPOINTS!) has to be sent back to the apple company to be replaced, and I am left with my choiceless shuffle (say that ten times fast and you'll end up sounding like a true puerto rican). Needless to say, I am crestfallen. Sigh, tear, sniffle. sniffle some more. 

PS I really don't have emotional attachments to inanimate objects.... that's just silly. I'm not silly (that would be sarcasm)