Symbolically

I think it maybe a sign. A symbol of my faltering love. My ipod erased, damaged, no, killed my Writer's Block podcast of Daniel Handler's Adverbs. The podcast I have listened to everyday for the last 90 days. The podcast that I might have listened to twice a day during Report Card Crunch. Ok, maybe three times. But the soothing voice of my literary crooner made senseless bubbling all the better.

Maybe it is for the best. The podcast was a crutch, a mask I used to prove my love for my new boyfriend. I have yet to actually read Adverbs – combination of too many library fines and a disdain of hardback books. I glanced over the Snicket books, only to re-read The Blue Sword instead. You could say my love was more of a flirtation. That I loved passionately for the 40 minute podcast, and then forgetfully for the rest of the day.

However, I still have The Basic Eight on my bed stand.