I just went to give my co-worker my cell phone number and realized, yet again, I don’t fucking know it! The second time in two weeks I’ve wanted to be all smooth and like “My number is thus-and-such, give me a yodel” and instead had to stand there all like an idiot.
So, folks, I have put my own cell phone number in my cell phone. Yes, it’s come to that.
Also, yesterday, I almost didn’t answer when my dad called, because I was dancing around to the little tune it sings when someone calls me. This is almost as stupid as not knowing my number.