Try to explain this one. Sitting on the coffee table my phone showed full strength reception. I picked it up to make a call, (moved all of three feet)l and the single strength dropped by half. Actually dial and the call failed. WTF? And I still don't know what the deal is with its sudden fear of pockets.
So I went to a local
AT&T store to look at phones, but didn't see anything there that immediately screamed "buy me!"so I didn't make any purchases. I think I will hold off in case my phone trouble of yesterday and today is just a fluke. I'm hoping not to be buying a new phone really soon, because I do like my current mobile, but If this problem persists to mid-week, I'm getting a new one. Phone not working in home is bad when most calls are received at home. If I do get a new phone, it will probably be a Samsung SYNC, mainly because from what I've read it's address book sounds better than my phone's (single entry for a person with multiple numbers attached, rather than an entry for each number. I was idly considering buying an unlocked version of a phone AT&T doesn't carry, but as that would be flipping expensive,I will probably not go that route.
I was at the Lost Dog today and saw someone I knew from work. She was in my basic PI course. Id didn't speak to her though. She was with the same guy she was with last time I saw her, which was quite a while ago. I was trying to remember when exactly that was, and found that I couldn't. It's funny how memory works. I remember that last time I saw Sarah was on a Thursday night in Shirlington, when I was sitting on a bench between the Books-A-Million and the Capitol City brewing Company, waiting to meet jduffy1535
and his brother for dinner. But I can't for the life of me remember when that was temporally-speaking. I think it was when I was still rooming with Rob, which puts it before February of last year. Why is it I can remember little details so clearly, but can't place them in time? Strange.
I went to the Dairy Godmother
this evening. That was good.
Last night I had dinner at Southside 815
in Alexandria. I had a fried oyster po'boy and a couple of beers. That was good. There was a girl two seats down who was kind of pretty, but she yacking with her friend and I couldn't think of anything good to interrupt with. I thought about stopping by another bar before going home, but decided against it. I don't like to drink more than two if I'm driving. So instead I just went home by way of the 7-11. I bought a 40 of Schlitz and a 12-pack of Miller Lite. Then I drank and screwed around on the internet for far too long. It was 0430 by the time I went to bed. Wok up at 1000 and 1200, before finally crawling out of bed at 1400 today. That was exceeding stupid. First meal was around 1600. I'm not particularly tired right now. I'm getting a little hungry again, and am trying to decide whether to eat again. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Maybe my car will be struck by a meteorite or swallowed by a sink-hole overnight. That would be a good excuse.