My phone really does appear to be dead, which is really quite sad, though not surprising given my inability to properly care for it in the manner in which it demands.
The good news is that a tech type at Sprint was able to reset the phone, but he did say it was on its last legs.
Tonight I went out with CJ and it was actually very nice. What started out as a creepy "Don't I know you?" conversation at Powell's ended in 1-point-5 dates over the past three days.
I subtly emphasized my junky schedule so that he isn't surprised if he never sees me again. Really, my best moments are 10pm-1am but not many people keep the same hours.
Today JG asked "what happened with the doctor?" and I responded "I can't be tamed."
The best gift I ever gave myself was the ability to be comfortable on my own and the ability to make my own easy silences.
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