My black boxes

Evidently it is impossible for all the little black boxes in my life to work in unison. I opened up my iPod again and it now seems to be in working order. The repairs may not last forever, but it's good enough for now. My little computer is working properly, which only leaves my phone.

It disappeared.

I rarely lose things. I can tell you where most everything I own is located. Saturday morning I realized that I was no longer in possession of my phone. I had had it an hour previous in the library and had it no longer. I wracked my brains to determine where I could have left it, to no avail. I have put several hours into searching, but there are very few places it could have gone. The answer: a hobo now owns my Chocolate phone.

I grieve.