I set up the voicemail for my cellular phone today. It was inexplicably grumpy before but, thanks to the help of Collette at the Cingular call center, I'm set to go. She even politely chuckled when I held both land line and wireless up to my ears and announced that I was ready for some jury-rigged conference calling. When Miranda gave me this phone, I'd excitedly put together what I thought to be a hilarious answering message. Now, hearing it in piss-poor, mic-transferred condition, I may give up and record something normal. Still, I want to preserve my artistic endeavor in high quality, so here it is in MP3. Hello, caller.On a slightly different note, I've found that extended time on the Wii messes with my mind. Just last night, I was using the DVD player and I tried pointing the remote at my desired menu option. Suddenly, I want my Wiimote to control everything. In closing, back to my homework. Tags: cell phone Feeling: sick Listening: "Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)" by Beirut
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