Today I lost my cell phone. Now many of you think “so what, who cares, everyone loses their cell phone”. They fail to realize my insane dependence upon this technical marvel that we all take for granted. This morning as I was getting ready to leave for work I stood in my room with a moment of panic and dread wondering where the hell I put it. Normally I would just call it, but because its cheaper I don’t even have a home phone anymore. That cell phone has become my umbilical cord to the word without it I am almost completely cut off. So after several minutes of pointless searching, I gave up and drove to work.
I don’t think I have ever been as paranoid on that drive as I have been in a long while. I was thinking, great I have no way of getting help, therefore my car has to break down in the middle of a popular exit ramp, while I’m surrounded by angry motorist and ravenous dogs. This actually happened the very first week I got my very first cell phone. I did manage to make it to work in one piece, oddly enough. I am a huge believer in Murphy’s law, therefore the slightest negative turn in the morning always causes me to become a jittery fool as the day winds on. Fortunately I coped with my dilemma, avoided all cataclysms, and made it home in one piece. Though I might add without my cell I have no idea what time it is, ever, due to my OCD with watches, and I wouldn’t know anyone’s phone number including the rents. Luckily after much stumbling around my room, and a thorough cleaning I realized it was in the couch cushions, sometimes I am such a dumb ass…
On a side note I am very undecided about homecoming. Should I go back or not. On one hand if I go back I get to have lots of fun party time with people I don’t get to see very often, but on the other hand I was just in TH and honestly I am freak’n tired of the trips. If I don’t go I’ll spend the entire weekend here chilling with Chris, sleeping in, and playing videogames, not that bad of an experience. Grrr Decisions, Decisions…