Rivers and cell phones don’t go hand-in-hand. Did you know that? When they for some reason happen to cross paths while in your pocket and wading across a river to the beach to lay out before going on a adventure up the river rapids, that’s the noise you make after a few excessive choice words with an “F” or “God d” prefix. You go “blaarrgh…” after crashing into the sand face first.
Soooooo I’m out a phone for now. This is horrible timing too because class starts tomorrow and I’m on deadline tomorrow night for the paper and they need to call me to let me know when to come in to be chief.