The weather finally warms up and what happens? I get sick. Thanks, universe. Why don’t you just bite me. Oh wait, you basically just did.
I want iTunes to morph into a physical, sentient entity, or a giant robot or something, so that I can beat it repeatedly with a 2×4 until it’s oozing blood or oil or what ever and it’s bones or casing were all cracked. I wouldn’t kill it, just maim it badly. Grrrr.