23 March 2007
At Least It Is Clean
I am not yet thirty, but I have begun to question my mental acquity. Up until today it was little things, like having to write down anything I want to remember. I used to be able to just make a mental note and that was that. Now I'm lucky if I can remember what day of the week it is. I hit an all time low today. I left my cell phone in a pocket and sent it through the washing machine this morning. I didn't realize what I had done until I went looking for my phone before leaving to run errands. When I pulled it out from amongst the tangle of towels, the LCD displays were shot and it wouldn't stop vibrating. The nice lady at the Cingular store took it apart for me and said I should let it dry out for a month or two, just to see if it could be salvaged. I kind of think the spin cycle would have destroyed any prospect of reclamation, but we'll see. Thankfully the SIM card was still intact, so I switched it out with my mother's and put hers in her old phone that she likes better. So I still have a phone that works, but I lost my entire phone book and all the pictures and ringtones I had assigned to everyone. It could have been worse, but I still think I might need to look into a nursing home or something.