Because of the fiasco with losing my phone on my birthday and panicking, I no longer have use of my phone because it has been transferred to the replacement phone, which I don’t have. Due to red tape, I can’t have use of my phone until the replacement one has been delivered back to Sprint. I have no idea how long that is going to take. I wish they fucking told me this. Assholes.
I feel like a limb has been cut off. I hate not being able to use my phone. Sure I can use the apps through wifi but I can’t text my family members or anyone else for that matter. It sucks. I was supposed to meet with a friend today and all I could do was wait for her. I couldn’t call and find out where she was. She is always late, that was a given but I didn’t know how late she was going to be. I waited an hour for her. I should have known. I didn’t mind waiting. I had WiFi at Starbucks so I could message her through FB and check my Twitter. I was sad to learn of Carrie Fisher’s death. I didn’t think she was going to pull through. 2016 likes celebrities this year too much.
I ordered my groceries to be delivered tomorrow. This was before I knew my phone was disconnected. I had to call them up and tell them to call my mother’s number and to ring my bell. I wouldn’t be getting text messages like I normally would. I am so pissed. Least I figured out what time the window is so I know to be awake. It’s at a decent time tomorrow, thank god.
I have to call my doctor’s office tomorrow to see if my prescription is ready so I can pick it up. They won’t be able to call me because I don’t have a working phone. Another annoyance. I’m glad I don’t have therapy this week because there wouldn’t be a number for her to call me. And every time I try to use my mother’s line, someone always calls. It never fails.
I’m not going to get my glasses like I was going to. There is no point. If I change my mind (which I doubt) or I live, maybe I will then, but not now. I have been depressed most of the day since leaving my friend as she had to meet her mother to go to the airport. We had a good visit but I realized it would be the last time seeing her and that made me sad. I didn’t tell her anything about my plans or how horrible Christmas truly was. I just faked it.
Now that I have gotten paid, I have been thinking of reserving a car to see my therapist for our next appointment. Only problem is, I don’t know how emotional it will be and I don’t want to be driving and crying at the same time. I hope by the time she is back and stuff, my phone is turned back on. I hate not being able to text ANYONE, let alone her. I am taking a texting break from her while we are on break. But it’s just weird that I can’t text her if I need to.
I haven’t made much progress in my book the past two days. I was too depressed to think of something to write or play with the pages to make a dedication page. I am finding the task daunting and a little overwhelming. I still haven’t decided if I am going to have an acknowledgement page or not. Guess I will flip a coin about it or something. I don’t have to make one as there is really no one to really acknowledge this time around. I got to look at the other memoir that I liked that was clear cut and simple. That is how I want this book to be. Trouble is, I don’t remember where I put it…