Fucking Mercury retrograde. I knew I wouldn’t get through unscathed.
Last night I was trying to rip a CD (The Swimmers, on Maddragonrecords, a professional national label run locally by Drexel University), a pretty good CD.
It got stuck. It overshot the CD tray. I’ve now spent about two hours total trying to lure the thing out of there — tantalizingly close, but no cigar. I even clamped onto it with a pair of pliers, but it wouldn’t budge.
And now I can’t find the cable that reconnects my speakers. Grrr.