My phone's joystick has reached it's threshold of workable existence so i had to send it in for servicing on sunday. It won't be back till FRIDAY. In place of my sonyericsson, i'm using my sister's spare nokia 8250. Which... is equally mad (yeah... it doesn't work properly either. It has a fetish for resetting, hanging and giving me the "blue face of death", i quote my sister).
My contacts have been temporarily lost, so if i seem like i've been ignoring you, blur about who you are when you message or if it seems like i'm taking way too long to reply, my apologies.
But I'll still try my best to reply.
And for some of you, i've been wanting to see how you're doing, but... Argh. The little mobile thing is so marvellous that I'm virtually phoneless for the remaining 3 and a half days. If there's anything good at all, it's gotta be that my sms counter will stay low then. Toodlee doo.
I regret not penning down contacts on paper, for even if i were to pick up the telephone, i wouldn't have the updated numbers to call, for some people.
It's certainly not the end of the world of course, I can live with it. Er... For now. Once again, we see the scary notion of being slaves to the very technology that we created.
I don't want to seem like i'm complaining but... Behold, even my hotmail account seems screwed up, and it has been that way since yesterday. I can't access my inbox, hence my mails. I also cannot access msn messenger EITHER. What. The.
It's currently the Rage against the Human.
I wonder where St. Valentine and the Cherub went off to... Timbucktoo? They can come back now.