This is kind of what the day after a primary election looks like. I’m dragging. Badly.
And I have to go to the stinkin’ AT&T store.
Turns out my BlackBerry experienced a casualty of politics last night. Part of me is about to go back to a regular phone that doesn’t beep 23-and-a-half hours a day, but I then realized I wouldn’t fit in with all of the other swinging 20-somethings in our nation’s capital without it. The little leather pouch on the Coach bag would look rather naked.
Sigh.
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