I’ve decided that the only fun I’m going to have from this whole iPhone ordeal is to go down to the Apple store every day and try to buy one. EVERY DAY. The Apple Store is not nearly as annoying as the AT&T store, even though I never get an iPhone from either of them. At least the Apple Store actually has iPhones and tries to get me one before they cheerfully tell me that I’m screwed.

It’s probably a futile new hobby, but it’s probably better than the Yahoo Personals ad that I have. I now have someone sending me short email greetings, but it’s going to cost me $26 to reply to her just to have her tell me that I’m not the droid she’s looking for. Or whatever. It’s intarweb dating, after all.

I didn’t get to the Apple Store today because I had to clean more of the basement. I was hoping that my sister could come to help and bring her pickup truck but she was sick and I had to go over to her place to get it. And it was 93°F today and the pickup truck seemed to have the heater on. Ah, well. At least I succeeded in getting rid of a lot more crap.