Da Goddess @ 01:34

I don’t know how I managed to get all the way through the week without writing something. Okay, yes, I do know. It’s called laziness. It’s called avoidance. It’s called books I got caught up reading. It’s all that and more.


For most people, this indicates the last day of the week they trudge into work/school, mumbling, grumbling, watching the clock, counting down the hours until they are free to spend two days doing things they don’t get to do during the week. Including a list of things they don’t want to do, much like work. But it’s their weekend and they can shirk their responsibilities at home if they so choose since their paycheck/report card doesn’t reflect their level of effort or lack thereof.

Me? It signals the day when the owner of the bar I visited last weekend for a show will walk into his club and determine whether or not my lost phone is still there. Until that time, nothing much matters. I need to know if the phone is there. Pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseletitbethere!

I’m sort of lost without my phone. It has all my doctor’s info, including appointments on it. All my friends and family are carefully entered into the address book contained therein. Basically, my life is at a standstill without my phone.

Please all cross your fingers that my phone is found because that is the only way I can begin breathing again. Trust that my headache is now rather significant at this point as my oxygen level is severely depleted.

Thanks. I appreciate it.


  1. Crossing my fingers! Have you called it and no one answered? I’m guessing it’s not an iPhone or you’d have located it by now… :(

    Comment by pam — 2014/06/06 @ 10:27

  2. It’s a cheap, basic phone. No camera. Nothing. I can make calls, send texts. No bells. No whistles.

    It was on vibrate. I’ve called it. At this point, the battery would be dead. Last Saturday it was at half power. So, I’m hoping the bar owner finds it. Otherwise, I’m screwed.

    Cross your toes, too, please. Except the one that had surgery.

    Comment by Da Goddess — 2014/06/06 @ 17:48

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