resilience

I've always have found it amazing last year that every sunday morning my phone would be in my purse. Sure waaay to many uncessasry phone calls had been made the night before, but how was it that sometimes i could not remember the order of events, but i never managed to misplace my trusty link to the world?

Well- It all came crashing down on my Sunday morning when i finally for real lost my phone. I figured that was only a minor repercussion for a ridiculous sat night. I excepted it and started looking online for a new one...

When i got home from the longest day of my life sunday at 1030..work 7 hours..then three hours of interviews...still with the sense of extreme nausea- My roomate smiled and tossed me my phone. SAY WHAT?!

she contacted the guy we knew at the party, he contacted the guy he knew who's house it was... that guy told all his roomates.... and one of them had found a phone while cleaning.

Back for round 2 baby.