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 Sunday, May 21

Man, I hate cell phones. Not because of the brain cancer or any of that, just because they don't sound right. Conversations are always broken and choppy and hesitant and half-duplex and what-you're-breaking-up and what-I-didn't-get-that-last-bit. They're good for quick "I'm on my way" calls, but if I have anything substantial to say to someone I will always use the land line. I'm glad they weren't around when we were young, in love, and racking up huge bills laying in the dark late at night just listening to each other breathing. With a real phone, it was possible to really feel connected. I don't know how These Kids Today are going to do it—I fear it involves texting—and I think that's a damn shame.
10:48 PM

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