Ugh, I’ve left my phone at work, and now I’ve become that asshole who goes through withdrawal without their smartphone for more than a few hours.
Seriously, though, I didn’t realize how much I relied on it always being on me until it was gone. It’s driving me crazy, I keep forgetting it’s not here & re-remembering that I don’t have it.
I’ve never been one for naming my inanimate belongings…apparently I don’t name them until I miss them. It’s like when I thought my computer died, and suddenly she was Donna. Apparently my phone’s name is Pippin, because my brain keeps going come back to me, Pippin!
