V is for Vendetta

My cell phone is trying to kill me. Don't worry, this isn't a "cell phones cause cancer" infomertial - no, that method isn't good enough for my phone...takes too much time...too passive. My phone is taking more pro-active measures to do me in.

I was fast asleep when my alarm on my cell phone rang this morning. It sits on the desk next to my bed, so I grabbed it and turned it off. Instead of putting it back on the desk, I laid it on my bed and unsuspectingly went back to sleep. Every 7 minutes I would get a reminder that I needed to wake up and every seven minutes, I turned it back off again, since I didn't need to be up quite yet (believe me, I've got it timed to perfection). It rings once again and I knew this time I had to get up. I tried to roll over but found that I couldn't. In my half-awakeness, I became very confused. Thinking maybe I was tangled up in my sheet, I tried to move forward, in an attempt to see what was holding me back, but that didn't work either. Becoming more awake now, I realized that something was on my neck. I reached for it and found my cell phone cord (it was charging) wrapped around my neck. How it got there, I have no idea, but I am convinced that my phone has a personal vendetta against me. Maybe I dropped it one too many times, or maybe it was tired of being ignored morning after morning. Who knows. I unwrapped the cord and warily eyed my phone, which was lying there rather innocently.

Sleep will come uneasily for awhile, knowing that my phone is lying on my desk, plotting its next attack.