Oh my aching heart

Along with PBS, which made me cry last night with its tribute to Carol Burnett, who reminds me of my mother in some odd unexplainable way, and made me cry last week with the best episode of Frontline that I have ever seen, I can now add my iPod to the list of entertainment vehicles that make me weepy. Because I can play songs like the one from the end of Rushmore as I indulge the overly romantic wistful melancholy brooding dreamer in me. Oh, and sweep the floor because I am all about multitasking.