.....with my iPod.
It went missing three days ago, and I actually had a panic attack. I shed a tear. I ripped my house and my car apart searching for it, and called every place in town I'd been in the last week to see if it had turned up there.
Fortunately, I finally located it today....at my physiotherapist's office. Frankly, I was shocked that someone would turn it in, but very relieved.
I don't know what it is with that thing, but it felt like missing a limb without it. I take it on trips with me, I play it in the car, at the gym, or on my iPod dock in the kitchen while I'm cooking. I think it might be bordering on obsessive. My bf told me today too that he felt so sad about me being upset over losing it, that he was going to go out and buy me a new one before we left for vacation.
I don't know if it's an obsession with my iPod so much as it is to music. I can't live without music. I can't drive without it, or work out without it. Am I weird?