*the person you are trying to reach is not accepting your calls*
I've turned my phone off. I mean it. I'm sick of stupid calls. Last week at church, the preacher said, "If there is any way you can think of to simplify your life, do it." My phone stresses me out because it rings about 20 times per day. I'm not screening my phone calls, I'm just turning it off and being nondescriminatory.
Isn't it strange how time doesn't seem to move at a steady rate? This week has seemed so much longer than just a week. It was only a week ago that Valarie was here and I was making dinner and we were catching up. It feels like a million things have happened since then. Maybe it's the start of the semester, and maybe not. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is.
It's really time to throw my "relationship box" away. Nothing in it really makes me happy anymore and it feels like so long ago that I can't even relate to that part of myself.