Drop It

I had a real scare yesterday. There I was, hurrying out of the house like usual. I was, for once, late to an improv show. Usually I'm painfully punctual. This time I had the idea that I would be riding with a friend, but that didn't work out as I'd thought. I had therefore to take the subway, and this wouldn't matter if I had left a bit earlier. I was by this point bound to be at least ten minutes late. I wound up later than that, but the real lede of the story is when I dropped my phone.

I'm usually pretty sure-handed where that's concerned, and can think of only a couple of times when I dropped this iPhone. I don't think I'd ever let it go over anything but a soft surface, such as carpeting. I had of course bought a nice case to protect it, but I compromised on durability to ensure that the phone wouldn't be a clunky ruiner of my lines. It has thus far been a good steward of the phone. Was it enough on this occasion?

Be Cool

All too often, I fail to get up at a really good hour if I don't have to. I know in my brain that getting up at something like 7am if not at least 9 is the way to actually get things to happen, but it just doesn't play out that way much. What does get me up is something concrete. Even if I sleep just two hours, I can get up at any hour if I want to. The other thing that gets me up is if I get a phone call. It's just not very pretty, that's all.

It feels like it looks in the movies, except in the movies it's a plain ring, not a whimsical ringtone like I have. Still, I wake up like some hungover cop stereotype, and swear. I wonder who could be calling me, so hard is it to believe that anyone would have cause for doing so. I see who's calling, and then I answer. I try to collect my thoughts and pull myself together before I have to sound ok to the person on the other end. The easy part is answering the call and saying, "Hello?"