This morning, it drained quickly again. And recharged
quickly. And was dead again in the afternoon. And recharged. Now, a few hours
later, it’s back down to 26% without even being used for games or watching videos or anything. It’s shockingly similar to my own energy level
lately.
This can mean only one thing. The phone must be about five
seconds away from being fully paid off, it’s time for it to blow up, and by
next weekend, I’ll be forced to shop for a new phone. This was how it went down
with my previous phone, and maybe the one before that. Hooray.
The day was shrouded in the mystery of the phone as well as
the earlier mystery of “where the h*ll is the sunglass clip to my brown
tortoise browline glasses? I had it on Tuesday. The car, work bag, dance bag, pockets
of the fleece jacket I wore and the denim jacket I didn’t wear, and two purses
I didn’t use this week. Multiple times. No sunglass clip. First the dance belt,
now the sunglass clip. Mysteries sure do make things interesting.
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