The Sloth Hole

I have now entered the Fancy-Scmancy Phone world. For real this time. That one time, in April: that was a pretend fancy-schmancy phone. This is a Droid. And thanks to the generosity of my awesome parents who put me back on their family plan (welcome back to childhood, Kate!) I'm paying less per month for my F-S Phone and all its perks than I was paying for calling and texting only on that Chinese RAZR I ordered on Ebay after my pretend F-S phone broke. (Although I will miss how amusing it was that the RAZR didn't speak English...)

Now, this new phone could be helpful and it could be harmful on my new quest: not to fall deeper into the Sloth Hole than I have already fallen (Sloth Hole: (n) Reminiscent of Alice's rabbit hole, although instead of pulling you into another world, it makes you complacent with sitting in front of a computer all day.) I am constantly worried that I am missing something as I am stuck here in front of my laptop all day, although there is little I can do about it at the moment. Unlike some who have fallen into the Hole, I have reason to be down here: as a writer and online tutor, my job lies on this computer. It is a part of me, like gaff tape to a theater technician.

So here's where the Droid comes in. Yes, I will have access to e-mail, weather, maps, my calendar, contacts, Facebook, Pandora, even Blogger from anywhere I can get a cell signal. But does that mean that I will spend less time checking these things once I get home to my computer, or more time checking them on the Droid when I should be doing other things away from my computer?

I live in the #2 walking-friendly city in America. I should probably try and stay out of Sloth Holes when I'm walking around out in it, lest I fall and break something (most tragically, my new phone).