I never thought I’d say this.
I hate the telephone.
In the course of me being home for the past week, we’ve had the phone ring many times. We’ve had people call about Nile, about Stars, about offers for crap, about lunches, about travel plans, about my brother, and about bread (wrong number).
It seems every time I started something, the damned phone would ring. See, if I was expecting a call, I would be looking forward to the phone ringing. Now, it just drives me insane. I listen to it all the damn time at work. Buzzes, beeps, mobile ringtones, music and ding-dongs.
Sorry for the rant.