Dear God...

...please let both of our 1GB machines of sweet mp3 love arrive by the time we leave for Vegas. We will forever be grateful. Vanity is a sin, but I need to look simultaneously cool and hot on my daily morning run down the $trip. And Steve Jobs, if you're listening, crack the whip and make your drones work harder. Only Lucifer himself would stir up rabid demand, then make us wait...and wait...and wait...oh hell. Gimme, gimme, gimme!!! Amen.