Phone Dead Too

   My cell phone has inexplicably ceased to get reception. It seems to function normally aside from the fact that it never gets reception. Obviously I need to take it to a cingular store, but I work straight through any time any normal place like that is open. Anyway, if you want to reach me, add 4,190,121,307 to my cell phone number and you'll get the house here (hint, the first three digits should come out to 949).


   Today I worked from 7am to 8pm, at which point our boss said in complete seriousness "this is what time you guys should be going home every day." Thank god I'm finally being paid by the hour.

   Then I realize my phone is being weird. Then I come home and two french guys ask me if I want to go the Spectrum with them. So of course I say yes. So I take a quick shower, eat an amount of food that apparently astounded everyone watching, call Davis' Eric Talevich (citizene), and we all scamper off to the Irvine Spectrum.