ADD is not helpful on valentine's day!
so, i have a girlfriend now and that is exciting and wonderful and really happy (yes, i am totally honeymooning and its gross to hear about and i don't really care...whatever), and we have a date tonight because its valentines day! a phone date because well...she's in chicago and i am here in madison...so, yeah...phone...and well...so, of course we talk EVERY freakin night because we're honeymooning and you do silly, crazy things iike that...so, v-day is really just an excuse to...well, do more of the same...ANYWAYS, here i am home, already talked to my mom and getting ready to call said girlfriend for our hot "date" when a massive attack of total ADDness kicks in...i had some stuff to do, to take care of, like...the laundry and what not...i was, for once, AHEAD of the game, and getting on that...got a load in, including my hoodie i had been wearing...the hoodie i was wearing when i last had my phone...which five minutes after fillng up the wash maching with my clothes and starting it, that i realized i was missing...frantic searching yielded no postive results...is it here? no...is it there? no...i just FUCKING had it FIVE minutes ago! hmmmm...*sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach*...5 minutes ago i put most of my clothing in piles, including what i was wearing when i had my phone, and now most of those items are submerged in soapy water...FUCK!!!!!!
i run to the bathroom and open up the washer, reach into warm bubbles and water and fish for my hoodie...my roommates half laughing at me because there is just NO WAY i actually washed my phone...no way...but see dear readers, the truth is, i very well could have...as...well, this would not be the first time *bows head in shame*...yes, its true, my last phone in fact passed on to that cell phone junkyard in the sky (hopefullly after being fully recycled but it was a wee bit rusty so i am not sure on that one). cause of death? drowning...in a wash machine.
so, back to my current load of freshly soaked, swimming articles of clothes...elbow deep in suds i pull out my hoodie and there, in a soaked pocket is my poor cell phone...water-logged and sooooo not working! *sigh and shaking head* oh dear! NOT AGAIN!! and i have a date!! like NOW...and all of my numbers...i don't know ANY OF THEM! and of course, if i am the kind of person who can wash her cell phone, not once but TWICE, you all know i am the kind of person who never has a back up storage of her phone numbers! right...been meaning to get on that...
so, what is the fate of my phone? the prognosis is unsure...my dear roommate took it apart and of course happened to have proplyne glycol or some other alchohol-based substance in her possession (just remember, i drink out pyrex beakers in my house! oh, to live with lab geeks!). my phone MAY have been saved, but i am not risking it...tomorrow i will hopefully be able to get all of my numbers (you all will be getting an email from me for your numbers if i can't), and going to cingular to get a new phone...i am due for an upgrade, and in the end, as my dear girlfriend pointed out, i've done nothing but complain about my piece o'crap phone anyways...so, time for a new one...washing it just did me a favor and now i can't procrastinate! right!?!
*sigh*
after all that, i still managed to have my date and it was lovely!
oh!
and, i am starting strattera tomorrow because clearly i need to be back on ADD meds!
i run to the bathroom and open up the washer, reach into warm bubbles and water and fish for my hoodie...my roommates half laughing at me because there is just NO WAY i actually washed my phone...no way...but see dear readers, the truth is, i very well could have...as...well, this would not be the first time *bows head in shame*...yes, its true, my last phone in fact passed on to that cell phone junkyard in the sky (hopefullly after being fully recycled but it was a wee bit rusty so i am not sure on that one). cause of death? drowning...in a wash machine.
so, back to my current load of freshly soaked, swimming articles of clothes...elbow deep in suds i pull out my hoodie and there, in a soaked pocket is my poor cell phone...water-logged and sooooo not working! *sigh and shaking head* oh dear! NOT AGAIN!! and i have a date!! like NOW...and all of my numbers...i don't know ANY OF THEM! and of course, if i am the kind of person who can wash her cell phone, not once but TWICE, you all know i am the kind of person who never has a back up storage of her phone numbers! right...been meaning to get on that...
so, what is the fate of my phone? the prognosis is unsure...my dear roommate took it apart and of course happened to have proplyne glycol or some other alchohol-based substance in her possession (just remember, i drink out pyrex beakers in my house! oh, to live with lab geeks!). my phone MAY have been saved, but i am not risking it...tomorrow i will hopefully be able to get all of my numbers (you all will be getting an email from me for your numbers if i can't), and going to cingular to get a new phone...i am due for an upgrade, and in the end, as my dear girlfriend pointed out, i've done nothing but complain about my piece o'crap phone anyways...so, time for a new one...washing it just did me a favor and now i can't procrastinate! right!?!
*sigh*
after all that, i still managed to have my date and it was lovely!
oh!
and, i am starting strattera tomorrow because clearly i need to be back on ADD meds!