technobot

i've about had it up to here with technology.  yes, it is wonderful and we are moving in leaps and bounds with the amount of innovation and benefit that comes from it.  i just hate the dependence on it.  i left my stupid phone at my parents house tonight.  now i won't get to call mike before bed to wish him happy dreams all the way up there in maine.  and what if a creepy stalker breaks in?! i won't be able to call for help! but i will have a gun.  not that i'd be able to do anything with it other than hold it... this is where my mind goes.  i always am picturing the worst possible scenario, and then i begin obsess over it until every acorn that falls on my back deck is someone trying to sneak up to my slider.  and all of this because i forgot my phone.  i am considering driving all the way back to harwich (about 10 minutes one way) to get it.  how sad is that?  i am willing to put all that time and gas for a little black piece of plastic and wires.  i remember when i was little my parents had a rotary phone.  i hated when someone had a 0 in their phone number because it took soooooooo looooooong for the dial to turn all the way back to the beginning again.  that was simplicity.  if it didn't cost so much and wasn't so remote and useless in today's society, i would like to have a house phone again.  tonight i would be very pleased with one.  it would save me the hassle of my dilemma.  i could already be in bed for all i know, chatting away with mike with a cord attaching me to the phone jack (do i even have a phone jack?).  so what is my decision? i am ready to crawl into bed.  i have already brushed my teeth and my body is aching and tired.  not to mention the 10+ hours that i spent in the car from midnight to 10 am this morning.  are you saying in your head "quit complaining and go to bed, silly?" well, i am.  alas, i'm getting my car keys...