Left my phone in Steve's car yesterday. Must have thought it made it into my purse...nope! Felt completely lost and out of touch with the world...disoriented...didn't know what to do for about 4 hours.
Seriously...what is our obsession with these little things anyways???
I'm way too attached to this little bugger. I take it with me everywhere. If I miss a call, it's like it's the end of the world. (Not that I get many anyways...but that's beside the point.)
Realizing this morning that I'm pathetic.
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I don't feel safe without it anymore. It's a mental thing. Would probably do us well to leave it behind periodically. But I don't think I could...
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