I hate phones, but I have nonetheless joined the ranks of the cellularly afflicted. My mom keeps nagging me to come see them, and aside from impending car repairs (which will be done soon, damnit!), I’m really not keen on going on road trips with no emergency safety net. So, I ordered one of those pay-as-you-go phones. I’m not at all the sort to chat on a cell phone, and if I become one of Those People, I can upgrade. For now, though, it’s $10 for 30 minutes of air time, and it’s good for 90 days. That seems reasonable to me. The coverage map shows that I should have decent reception between here and my mom’s house (assuming I go through Indy), as well as excellent coverage at my house.
I don’t know why this weirds me out so much, but it does. Aaack!
That is all. As you were, comrades.
red paper boat 