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I left the house on a whim yesterday morning and didn't get around to returning until 3am. My father was so worried/irritated with me that he bought me a new cell phone. Not that having a cell phone is particuarly important to me, but I guess it's convienent. People had been getting on my case about it anyway, as though anyone has anything so damn important to say that can't wait until I get on the computer. Family or personal emergencies, I suppose, but most calls are inane and I have a sort of fear/anxiety of talking on the phone for more than a couple minutes. So I win...sort of. This is my third or fourth cell phone in about 3 years. Let's see how long it takes me to lose this one!