Bad behaviors

I have more than a few bad habits.  An incident, which occurred at some point this very morning, highlighted a few of these and brought the full force of my cognitive process to directly scrutinize these behaviors.  However, these are hardly my only or even worst habits, so by the time it matters (later tonight), I will most likely be preoccupied with something else entirely.

This brings us to my first bad habit, I was up way too late doing absolutely nothing of any substantial value.  Until I finally collapsed from the sheer inability to continue doing nothing of value (playing some very stupid computer game that is utterly ridiculous, completely addictive, and a MASSIVE time sink).  My next bad habit, I have a tendency of having my phone with me when I sleep, most of the time it is even in the bed with me.   The last thing I look at before going to bed, the first thing I grab in the morning, and the only thing I reach for when I awake in the middle of the night.  So, as some may have gathered, I use my phone as my alarm clock (I have had alarm clocks in the past and it is just more convenient for me to use my phone).  Sometimes I even dream about my phone, but mostly just when the alarm is going off.  Which brings me to another bad habit, I either dream I am trying to shut it off and it is not working or I just incorporate the sound into my dream so that I can "ignore" it and continue the dream.  If that does not seem to work I usually just fumble around until I manage to press "dismiss" or "snooze".

Off-topic thought: After having said all that, I am starting to see an acceptable reason for me to have a "It's complicated relationship status" on facebook.

Back to this morning.  The last time I remember looking at my phone it was going on 3 am.  My alarm goes off at 6, except I turned it off on Saturday and there was no way I was setting it at 3 am.  So I woke up at 9 this morning.  That is not too big of a deal.  What was a big deal, a VERY BIG DEAL: sometime during the night I had inadvertently removed my posterior battery cover.  It has been getting looser.  It used to "snap" tightly into place, but sometimes it would be in a state of coming apart when I pulled it out of my pocket.  It would snap back in, no problem.  It no longer snaps, it simply...encounters slight resistance both ways.

Well after waking up and realizing that my phone was no longer whole, I set about doing everything I could to make things right again.  After about 20 minutes I said, maybe I should finish getting ready then worry about this.

I looked on the bed, under the bed, behind the bed.  I got down on both sides of the bed and looked under the bed.  I pulled the bed away from the wall.  How could this little piece of plastic disappear?  How could it vanish? It couldn't.  or could it?  I was starting to wonder.  Reality was a twisted blur that mimicked one of those sadistic dreams except no awful screaming tone mocking me, laughing at my feeble attempt to sleep just a little longer.

I started wondering what would life be like if I never found that piece.  Could I live with the thought of knowing my phone was incomplete?  Could my phone even be content in this persistent state?  Just as I was about to succumb to fate's desire, give up my search, I found it.  That beautiful little black piece of plastic, it managed to rest partially between the bed rail and the box spring, but far enough at the head of the bed that I had missed it.

The true question though is, do I learn from my behavior?

It took me an hour plus to type this, and I'm running late for a "class field trip".  The professor is paying to take us to an "emerging market" cuisine.  And he let us choose Yuki's (for those keeping track that is Japanese and they are considered an "emerged market").