My cell phone is falling apart. Right now it still works, but I fear that pretty son it'll be going to that calling plan in the sky.
It's been a long and joyous ride for the cell phone. I've had it for eight years. It's so old I can't even set my alarm with it.
I have to look for a new phone. This involves many decisions. Right now I have a bare bones plan. I have no Internet usage. I can't send text messages unless I'm in front of my computer. But it's wicked cheap, so I stuck with it.
Given the state of the economy and the state of myself, I've decided to stick with the bare bones phone when I get a new one. I can always upgrade. But that'll be for another day.