My telephone is going to explode, I think. It’s definitely going to happen one day, and I’m not even the worst when it comes to phones.
When I see my friend Lauren’s phone, she always has 56 unread messages (and I’m not even talking about emails, I’m only talking about texts)(number of unread emails: 8000), so I figure I actually don’t have it so bad with the four unread texts fighting for my attention.
The thing with texts, though, is that I do something I can’t even do with emails anymore: I respond in real time.
And it starts really early.
