I made it longer than I thought I would, actually, and I’m keeping some of what I learned from my experiment, refining it a bit and adopting some things and incorporating them into another experiment.  This one is as follows and is by the force of the universe, not  the force of my choice.

I’m terming this experiment: Can I live without a phone?

I dropped it into tea (this is the mayhem that comes out of caffiene-free living, mind you) and it’s dead. Assurion is sending me one on the 19th. On top of that, yesterday, I was told that I can’t get my numbers out.  This sort of thing is exactly what I was aiming for when I embarked on the previous experiment.  A purge.  This sort of purge though, is more than I bargained for.

My hotmail will not come up on my computer and several others and hasn’t been able to open for several days.

Add to this sugar free, dairy free, caffiene-free, meat free, wheat/gluten free, alcohol free, medication free and sex free for 12 whopping days and you have….a panic attack, of sorts, that kind of comes and goes like the tide.

I went to the River City Roots Festival last night with some friends after not looking at my email for three days, and having lost my LG (’Life’s Good’, yes, we had some good times) phone with no hope of speaking or seeing the friends in my phone ever again I thought, and drank about 7 beers and ate one ground beef taco and a big, fat burger with American cheese douced in a half pint of ketchup.  F-n hell, it tasted good.

The night before this event, I spent two hours watching a black beer about 20 feet away from me eat over 50 apples in an apple tree.  He would get up in there, shake the tree, jump down and eat the apples I spied earlier up high, then go back up in the tree and gobble more fruits.  I was terrified, but sat there ready to jump behind the door, if I needed to.  I would have missed this event entirely if I had email, I bet.

So, back to porridge and fresh figs.  I’m seeing what the universe takes away from me next. The more I lose, the more I notice things around me.

Being a guilty Catholic kid most days, I was a little bummed that the first thing I went for was a PBR after work with the guys at work. Of all those things, I broke for PBR first.

Wonder what that says?

BB

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