I now own. . .

. . .one of these. . .

That's not necessarily a good thing. [scowl]

If I weren't so tired, I'd rant at significant length about how attempting to do something as simple as edit an entry in the phonebook makes me feel like a monkey playing with a small nuclear reactor. I have no idea how it works, what it does, or what I'm supposed to do to it, yet it's mine.

damn.

Ohwell. *shrug* I guess I'm officially entering the 21st century today, whether I want to or not.