Plugging into my iPod is one of the most relaxing things I've been able to do this week. I came down with sniffles and a sore throat Monday afternoon and just wanted to curl up like a grizzly bear and hibernate for a week. Unfortunately I haven't been able to do that since I'm one of those nerds who doesn't miss class for anything short of pneumonia or the plague. But I have found solace in my little green MP3 player that carries all of my comfort music.
Similar to comfort food, the mac 'n' cheese of my comfort music consists of Regina Spektor and Christmas songs from my youth. It's amazing what just listening to those songs has done for my stress levels while I'm trying to wipe my nose in between classes and drink orange juice like there's no tomorrow. Music is a great distraction from my immediate misery, and it puts me in mind of being wrapped up in a cozy blanket with snow outside and a fire in my living room and cookies in the oven.
Anyway, I digress. My sinuses are still stopped up, and I really have nothing else to say about the media this week except that I read in the paper today that IPR was reproducing the broadcast of H. G. Wells' "The War of the Worlds" today, which I missed, but would like to look up on those wonderful things known as podcasts.