indestructable

my poor phone, on many many occasions, has been dropped, or thrown to the ground. each time i freak that it'll be cracked or dead, but each time, it survives, unscathed. well... maybe not completely unscathed... its got quite a collection of scars.

last night i put it to the ultimate survival test - the toilet. i was getting ready for bed last night and leaned over the toilet and plop—into the toilet it went.

i retrieved it within seconds, drying the outside, then removing the battery to dry what i could of the innards. i didn't see much evidence of water penetration inside, but when i dried it and put the battery back in, the screens would illuminate, but did nothing else. i couldn't get it to turn on or do anything.

after i researched where and when i could get a new phone (and found out that the phone i want is on sale again right now!), i decided to let fate decide what would be come of my trusty bulky white phone while i let it sit for the night with the battery removed.

the moment of truth came this morning—i put the battery back in, and held the power button. welcome to t-mobile.
i love kat.
and then, the peacock feather.
dialing, audrey—ring, ring.
PHEW. once again, my little white phone has pulled through, yet again. although i do want that new phone... we'll see. i don't want to renew my contract with the worst cell phone service in the world until i see if i can actually get reception in my new apartmnet. if we get it. fingers crossed.