Learning to get touchy-feely

So I lost my mobile. My humble thanks to all my dear well wishers who were kind and supportive in my darkest hour. Especially to those who, after they got tired pointing at my gmail status and laughing, were good enough to share their number, while I went about the ardous task of updating the phonebook on my new touchscreen mobile.

Touchscreen. Who the hell came up with that one?

I mean, the thing is all buttons! For the first two days I was trying to figure out a way to talk on this phone without accidently dialling another number with my cheek. I keep the phone in my pocket and the next thing I know I've changed the time zone. I store my dad's number under my sister's name. I'm typing text messages in a calendar note. (Yes, I'm technology-retarted, and I KNOW you're supposed to lock the keypad, but shit happens.) Serves me right for not listening to Maddox.

Anyway, its been two weeks, and my Samsung Corby and I are learning to get along. I've even mastered the Crazy Penguin Catapult. Someday I'll learn to use the GPRS and spend the rest of my life Facebooking.