in praise of telephones
May. 23rd, 2005 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I don't miss having a television, but I am very grateful I have a phone.
Because I can call my dad when I'm hideously bored in the afternoon, and then spend two hours talking to Susan in the evening, and thus soothe the pains of not having internet access because stupid Cornell is shut down for a week and I have no connection at home.
I would probably have talked Cat's ear off too, but she's been working 6.5 days a week (!!!) and, according to her mother, barely missed falling asleep into her dinner plate last night, so she was kind of not an option.
Surprisingly, I don't actually write very well when I'm bored -- not until I've had at least two days to start really going out of my mind. But I did manage about a page of original stuff, and three paragraphs of "Apartment Manager."
I didn't work on "Secrets." Boredom is not conducive to writing tense psychological angst.
Because I can call my dad when I'm hideously bored in the afternoon, and then spend two hours talking to Susan in the evening, and thus soothe the pains of not having internet access because stupid Cornell is shut down for a week and I have no connection at home.
I would probably have talked Cat's ear off too, but she's been working 6.5 days a week (!!!) and, according to her mother, barely missed falling asleep into her dinner plate last night, so she was kind of not an option.
Surprisingly, I don't actually write very well when I'm bored -- not until I've had at least two days to start really going out of my mind. But I did manage about a page of original stuff, and three paragraphs of "Apartment Manager."
I didn't work on "Secrets." Boredom is not conducive to writing tense psychological angst.