What a difference 7 hours makes.
Going to bed around 9:30pm last night, I had my alarm (ie, my cell phone) set for the usual 4:30am to wake up in order to get ready for work at 6:00am.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I woke up in a dark bedroom and found my cellphone dark. I flipped it open to check the time, thinking that it was in the middle of the night. It was off. Shit, I thought, I'm late for work. Getting up, I confirmed my fear: 5:45am and counting.
Having bolted to work with barely a shower and clean clothes, I quickly discovered that my cell phone battery is all but dead. After providing it with a full charge last night, it died overnight. Worse yet, it won't charge or keep what little charge it does get.
Thus, I am out of a cell phone for the time being.
Which brings me to one interesting wrinkle: my cell phone is an integral part of my daily life. As a communication tool, I've found it jarring to be so silent and cut off. I'm already aware of missed messages, and I'm sure more than a few of my friends have tried getting a hold of me, only taking my lack of a response in anger rather than puzzlement.
Anywho, I'll be on AIM whenever possible, although Facebook messaging is a more reliable way to get a hold of me in the interim. I'll be looking for a new cell phone after fair week.
Until then... out.
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