Woe is me, etc etc, I am bereft of my mobile phone. Oh noes, dramaz dramaz, how will I survive?!
Quite well, as it happens. To be fair, I have a tablet – an old slightly creaky model, yes, but a tablet nonetheless – so it’s not like I don’t have any kind of portable interwebs. Because that’s so very vital for things like plurking, or watching youtube or iplayer, or checking my email from the bedroom. You know, instead of walking the 20-odd feet to the PC in the living room.
Of course, I also have a landline phone. I’m far from cut off from the world without my mobile. But it’s been five days, and it’s actually been kind of nice. A sort of holiday. I don’t really know why, since as I said it’s not that much of a practical change. Maybe it’s that I’ve become a bit dependant on that one little device – it’s used for phone calls, texts, email, games, social networking, music, radio, ebooks, audiobooks, a calendar, a camera… but hey, look, I can actually trundle along without it perfectly well.
That doesn’t mean I’ll use it less when I get it back, but I could. If I chose to. Which I won’t.
Mirrored from Enchilada Sunrise.