Lo, it is summer, when the air is warm and fragrant and the construction workers at my apartment complex destroy many trees in order to build more apartments.
Summer is a time when I travel. And travel I did. To the South, land of hoopskirts, really hot weather and various permutations of peanuts. The South is where I spoke, at length, on my cell phone. I love my cell phone. If I am not talking on my cell phone, I am text messaging with my cell phone. Or I am checking my e-mail or voice mail with my cell phone. My cell phone is me and I am it. Or something.
I return home, to the land of New Jersey, and apartment construction and trucks that back up and go "Beep! Beep!" till I think I will go mental. But nooooo. The mental torment was yet to come.
It arrived in the form of my cell phone bill. In the amount of $333. Yes, I had gone over my minutes. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy over my minutes. And I had forgotten to set the little timer on my phone so I didn't know how MANY minutes I was using. And it is not like the cell phone people tell you!!!!!! NO! They want even MORE minutes, for which they charged me 35 cents a minute!!!! AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
So I can not use my cell phone. Not for a good long while. Not till I pay off the $333 bill. Which will take me all summer. Too bad cell phone people - you will have to WAIT to get your money. Because I am not talking to you.