cellphone dependency

Lately, I've been losing track of my cellphone, or opting not to take it with me when I leave the apartment. I think this partly due to the disgust I felt for myself when I realized how dependent I was on the damned thing. In addition, I had this freakish dream (who me?!) the other night about being on the beach with everyone (again SHOCKER) and in the dream the tide kept coming in unexpectedly and sweeping all of our stuff into the ocean - including (dun dun DUN) all of our cellphones! We kept going out into the water to fetch them up since cellphones could float in this dream. It was so frustrating, I would find everyone else's phones and after about the fourth time that the tide had devoured our stuff: towels, bags, books, CELLPHONES, I finally found my busted phone. I threw it onto the beach and declared that I was done with phones, not just cellphones, but phones all together.

I am the only one who would have nightmares about my cellphone. At least I don't have text messaging and will never be the girl who gets laughed at by the phone repair guys because I made an all-time record of 900+ text messages in one month (ah hem TIFFY!).