or maybe just plain

my cell phone has offically died. it's true, i have written a eulogy to commemerate the death of a wonderful phone:

Frank, the faithful cell phone, has died after his comatose that occured soon after he was shut in the drivers side door. It was unfortunate that I was wearing my bag on the wrong side that fateful December day. The snow was blowing when his display was seen for the last time. And now, he will never ring that special way he rings again. His hobbies included listening well, waking me up in the mornings, offering himself as a video game and so many others. thank you, Frank, and God rest your technological soul.

so, here it is -- the eve of another week. i can't stand this.
i am ready to saddle my horse so badly.
i have been restless lately - and it's not going away.. some nights i can't get comfortable with the fact that i am still here. it's not healthy having this uneasiness -- i'm impulsive and i act on it.
i'm thinking exotic.