bedside_telephone sylvia plath the china-white bedside telephone could have connected me up with things, but there it sat, dumb as a death's head. i tried to think of people i'd given my phone number to, so i could make a list of all the possible calls i might be about to receive, but all i could think of was that i'd given my phone number to buddy willard's mother so she could give it to a simultaneous interpreter she knew at the u.n. 020904 ... silentbob it rings until i answer it, and everytime without fail a few seconds after i answer it, after it has stopped ringing long enough that someone has either answered or hung up, my roommate will pick up, as if it has just taken him a long time to get to the phone. i just find it strange is all, as to why he'd pick up after so long? or why wouldn't he just answer it? 020905 ... phil it is funny anyday you could use the phone to do such amazing things if you were gifted enough to know the numbers 020905 ... devalis yet another beautiful invention that prevents the hassle of getting up at all. 020906 ... reitoei such a wonderful thing to have. especially when you get a wrong number at around 3am. but that doesnt really matter for an insomniac. 020907 ... Make my fucking 3 a.m. right, who cares 040105 what's it to you? who go blather from