My couch is a hungry little fella

I got an MP3 player for Christmas last year. It was really nice to have for the commute to and from school every day. Actually, to be honest, I almost never let a week go by without skipping school at least one day - so "every day" is probably not the appropriate phrase here. But that's another story.

Anyway, I am once again commuting to and from school and having that MP3 player made such a difference - the first day of class, that is. You see, upon arriving home after that first day, I discovered that someone had stolen it from me. I'd had it in my pocket, and my suspicion was that someone on the crowded bus lifted it without me even noticing (obviously, I wasn't using it at the time). I searched all through my purse and backpack to make sure, but it wasn't there. The poor little guy was a goner.

A few weeks later (aka last night) I was performing that age-old ritual that men and women around the world continue to perform to this day - I was hunting for the remote. I looked under the couch, around the couch, retraced my steps to figure out where I might have laid it, but to no avail. So I decided to do it all again. As I was peering underneath the couch cushions, I spotted something small and round. Upon further examination, I discovered that it bore a striking resemblance to one of the earpieces of my beloved old MP3 player. The thought of the little guy brought a single tear to my eye. "No," I thought, "I'm not going to cry. He wouldn't want me to." Quickly I blinked the tear away in an effort to do justice to the memory of my little friend. As I did so, I leaned in closer, attempting to identify the object. There was a cord attached to it. No! It couldn't be... but it was! Frantically I grasped at the earpiece and cord, hoping against hope that it was still plugged in to the MP3 player. I was a little afraid to put my hand inside the jaws of the couch, but if there was a chance that my funny little friend was there, no way could I leave him hanging. So I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and plunged my hand into the depths of the couch, following the cord. Before I knew it, I was up to my shoulder. I broke into a cold sweat. "Think of happy things," I told myself, "remember the good times you used to have with your MP3 player, that'll pull you through." I took a deep breath, reached down a little further - and there he was! We were reunited! The good times weren't over after all!

Now, I know you're probably wondering if I ever found my remote. The answer is "yes." It was way underneath the couch. Yeah, that couch is a tricky little character. He's got shifty eyes and I don't trust him. But I think the real question is: Why am I spending my time writing this blog when I have a 5-page outline for a 15-page paper due on Monday and I'm not even sure when I'm going to find the time to write that? I'm not going to answer that. I'm just going to end this post.