Alternate Vision

I slipped out of the cab last night after barely managing to grab my bag from the trunk when the cab zipped away. Two seconds later I realized my phone was in the backseat. My day was going from bad to worse. I spent most of the day sitting in a thrice delayed Continental flight taxing on the run away only to be sent to Us Air cos Continental had to cancel the second leg of my flight. While I am thankfull for making it to Pittsburgh last night, its no fun knowing that my one suitcase and fragile drum are sitting in Newark. So ofcourse I am without my bags and more importantly phoneless. The weather isn't helping any either. 69F and thunder storms. Its one big conspiracy to drive me nuts.

Here I am sitting helpless not knowing if that fart of a cab driver, who was super rude and refused to go around the block and return my phone after I called it a zillion times, is going to turn it into lost and found. Either way, I will be phoneless for the next few days it looks like. Its times like this that I am reminded of our dependency on the material world not just for basic functionality but sadly happiness. Why can't I be celebrating in joy that I am somehow disconnected from a viscious world of constant phonecalls and disturbances? Instead, I am having to resort to email as an alternative to calling those who need to be called. Screw the venting. I am ready for some black label on the rocks and this (weather permitting).