Sometimes, the iPod plays the mixes, but sometimes the iPod makes them.
Today, for example. I woke up, but just barely; my eyes were still fogged with sleep as I headed out the door. Caffeine, even in unhealthy doses, was completely ineffective. I ran the risk of running my car off the road if something was not done fast.
But then, in a startling signal of its sentience, my iPod provided me with the perfect crack in the coffee mix. It’s shared on muxtape for the next few days:
Nothing better on a Monday morning than turning into the parking lot at work to the sound of Ryan Adams crooning about being alive.
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