And now we turn our focus to technology.
As a philosopher, I'm always talking about how we're trapped in prisons of our own making. I oftentimes accompany this self-important rambling with the parable of the family dog, who was terrified of vacuum cleaners but insisted on being in the same room with you, even if you were vacuuming, so he'd end up being terrorized, constantly, by the vacuum.
Point 1, text plan. Guess what! I got a text plan! What prompted this vast shift in ideology for me is that I've been super popular since I got back to town. All these fools sending me texts. So one day I'm all, aww f*^k it dawg, and I call my sister (she's in charge of the phones, it's a family plan) and I was all, sign me up for a text plan yo! So she did. I could have done it eons ago, although I didn't need a text plan back when I only got like 4 texts a month. But lately it's become a prison, a prison! So, the plan. I think it will help me make friends.
Point 2, phone battery. My phone's battery started dying over a year ago. I never talk on the phone, I use it as an answering machine and alarm clock, but also I couldn't talk on the phone because it would die. Well, I am pleased to announce that I have escaped that prison as well and have purchased a new battery and now could talk for hours and hours if I wanted to. But the fact remains that I hate talking on the phone. So don't call me, send me a text. If I don't write back it's because I'm being persnickety and not because I want to respond but don't want to pay the eleven dollars it would cost to send a text without a plan. (Or maybe it's just taking me a really long time to type the stupid message, as I am still the kind of person who takes 15 minutes to compose a text and walks into trees while doing it.) (I really did walk into a tree last week, but maybe it was because of all the drugs and not because of the texts.)
Point 3, laptop battery. This has also been dying for over a year. Still trapped in that prison. They're expensive though.
