Monday, March 13, 2006
After a brief phone call to Louis I ventured forth for a cell phone. The one I decided upon is blue, contra black, pink, orange, or silver, as are most of the other options. I cared very little about this phone's other features, since I wouldn't need most of them, anyhow. I probably won't purchase a new one until it either breaks or a company produces phones capable of emitting death rays.
The gentleman working the reference desk does not have a library voice. A phone that shoots death rays would be most handy precisely at this moment.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:10 AM]