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Feb. 8th, 2014 05:22 pmFirst thing I did when I was back in New York was buy an iPhone. (Well, second thing. Gray's Papaya was first. And actually, before that I had to go to my hotel and drop off my bags. So the first large thing of note, I guess, was buying the iPhone.) Because now I live in a place where having an iPhone doesn't make you too conspicuous, and being conspicuous doesn't make you an automatic target of gun violence. Generally. We can argue that another time.
Point is, I own an iPhone, and in the week that I've been back, I've already managed to break it.
This qualifies as the most exciting thing that happened to me at the end of an incredibly subdued few days. And I should be grateful, because, like, Cecilia, you aren't blockading any doors to feel safe. And no victims of an interdimensional kidnapping require medical attention. Amazing! Uncanny quiet period, really.
But instead, I'm just staring at this broken screen trying not to throw something against a wall. (Disclosure: Might be a post-evacuation-from-the-Third-World stress disorder thing, a syndrome I just made up that has little to do with the phone itself.)
Damn Siri.
Point is, I own an iPhone, and in the week that I've been back, I've already managed to break it.
This qualifies as the most exciting thing that happened to me at the end of an incredibly subdued few days. And I should be grateful, because, like, Cecilia, you aren't blockading any doors to feel safe. And no victims of an interdimensional kidnapping require medical attention. Amazing! Uncanny quiet period, really.
But instead, I'm just staring at this broken screen trying not to throw something against a wall. (Disclosure: Might be a post-evacuation-from-the-Third-World stress disorder thing, a syndrome I just made up that has little to do with the phone itself.)
Damn Siri.
