I feel terrible and I am having a hot bath tonight and hoping that some sort of adult perspective will creep into this childish sad feeling I am having at present. I think my neighbour refers to this practice as self-parenting. Oh fuck, I just said I am going to go have a bath and self parent on my blog. Whatever go with it, we're all about the soul-bearing honesty here aren't we.

Anyways before I go lie in my perfumed therapy hangar. Here's some good advice.

If you happen to forget your phone-charger in the greatest major city in North America (Sorry San Francisco you're a wee bit too cute) where the daffodils are blooming and they serve amazing buckets of frozen yogurt, and John Malkhovich is just like, walking around wearing some goofy smoking jacket made out of curtain or something. (I could go on but it would fuck with the generally negative tone of this post). If perhaps you forget your phone charger there. Do not panic!

If your phone charges via mini-usb here is what you do:

#1/ Take the mini usb cable from your digital camera (used to upload photos to your computer);
#2/ Take the wall-socket connector from your old i-pod;
#3/ Take the mini-usb cable and plug the usb end into the connector;
#4/ Take the mini-us side and plug it into the phone;
#5/ Take that biaatch and plug her into a wall-socket and watch the symbol turn from one measly battery line to a "charging" icon;
#6/ Dance dance dance;

Then if you are me:

#7/ Get into a hot bath and read a book until the sense that your life is a whirling vortex of cause and effect that you have no control over goes away.