I Look Into My Hand All Day Long

Sorry, instead of I at the beginning, put the rest of you, thanks.

I went into the CVS with my phone for the first time. Everyone in the store ws looking into their hands. The hands hold cell phones.

I am one of the first people to own a cellular. They sit in my car in case of an emergency. I do not put voice mail on it as I would not know nor care.

If you want to look at one development that took you away from your family and friends, it is keeping your cell phone with you all of the time. You are really waiting for someone to call you so that your life can go on. If I were waiting for Walt to have called it when I did not answer my phone, but I had the 2 cell phones in due to the heat.

Because I know e mails, cell phones, faxes, copies and a ton of computer stuff I did since 1985 with my 286 IBM Clone.. and OkiData Dot Matrix Printer for only $500. With computer $2,000. I think it may have been more computer power than what took them to the Moon as the sixties were not the most computer type time.

What upsets me is how bored I am that I am not occupied. I am so boring. I am just going to work for money from now on. Shoot. If I say that, it means the opposite will maybe occur.

So, as you look into your hand, look around and see how many other people are in the room with you, say at the Drug Store, but are they with you mentally? The way you know is they are not having the cell phone be so important. A Doctor is another story. I am talking to the OCD gang.

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