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I'm An Idiot

I know that I'm an idiot it's official. I put text messaging back on my cell phone for various reasons despite the fact that I need one with a full keyboard and larger screen to be able to see them. I'd love a blackberry so I could get my books on my phone and just have one device to talk, text, surf the web and read on. I also found out that in spite of putting it on my phone I neglected to enable the incoming messages that I had disabled for some reason. Why were they disabled? I don't remember.

This is the last holiday weekend of the summer I think. The fourth of July means that we get out of therapy for three days this weekend, and I have plans. I'm planning to order a new phone soon so that I can put the kindle application on it that way I don't have to worry about whether or not I can find my books to take with me, just my phone.

I'm not sure what I ever did before text messages I think I answered the phone. Although I can remember living without a phone, and the sky is getting dark. I'm fixing to take the lawnmower to let someone cut their grass before it rains. The little one is going with me.

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