I just found my cell phone. Some time last night it managed to get itself wedged under/beside the passenger seat in my car. It's disappearence was discovered last night after I had spent time at Steve and Yvonne's house, so I had been hoping I just left it there. But then I called them this evening, and they didn't have it. That resulted in a severe freaking out that lasted for about a half hour, until I called my mom, fessed up, and had her call the cell while I checked the car (the only place I hadn't tried to ring the phone that wasn't a public place). Tada! Phone! I feel much better now. I didn't realize just how much of my life, and my ability to interact with other people is tied up in that phone. Kinda scary when you think about it.