Friday, October 18, 2013



This is NOT my phone. No way. If I have a "1" by any of those, I need to check it. A "2" makes my pulse quicken. "3" and over could induce a full-blown panic attack.

This is the phone of M's colleague, whom we took to dinner tonight as he's in from Boston and had no other plans. (We forced him to watch a Cardinals ass-kicking, but other than that we were hospitable hosts.) He is inundated with phone calls and emails, so he has simply stopped trying to keep up.

I don't think I could ever do that. No way. Too much worry about what I'd be missing.

954 unread emails? Holy shit. My stomach is churning just thinking about it.

On a bright note: GO REDBIRDS!!!! WOOT!


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