Naked Without You

I unintentionally left the hotel yesterday without my Blackberry, and was already too far into my journey to head back and get it. No phone or email for almost 10 hours. Quelle luddite.

Traveled south of the river to visit some friends, had a lovely lunch, met some new guys, got invited to a party, did a little work (yes, had laptop, but no network connections), and saw a bad movie (although his boyfriend was really nice to look at).

Almost half a day being "unconnected" and I lived to tell the tale. What I cannot tell is how a sock can disappear within a hotel room in the course of a night's sleep. I totally get the whole "dryer ate my sock" theory. But a hotel room? Perhaps the Sanderson's happy fairies are just mischievous little thieves.