My cellular telephone is currently broken following an unfortunate canoeing accident.
This means that I am not longer enjoying the benefits of an iPhone*, but rather struggling to navigate the murky controls of Dr. Roommate’s old Blackberry. There are so many little icons and I have to roll a little ball around just to find them. It took me an hour to figure how to actually make a call with it. I still don’t know how to text. A trained monkey would do better with the Blackberry. No joke.