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Something strange happened last night. I had gone to bed. Placed my cellphone, as I always do, plugged in, on this table sort of furniture item I have next to my bed. And had drifted off to sleep. I actually remember the final toss (and turn), which positioned me facing not only North but also the direction of my cellphone. Several hours later, I awoke. On many occasions when I wake up in the middle of the night, I find myself all twisted into a rather odd formation. In this instance, my appendages were bent up and in rather awkward positions. I took the opportunity to straighten out one of my arms, and in doing so, realized that I was sleeping on something that felt strangely like a cellphone. As I moved my person in order to remove the cellphone from underneath my torso, I was vaguely aware that I was pressing on some of the buttons. When I pulled it out, the screen was alit and I squinted my eyes, held the cellphone close to my face, and read the words "Calling Emergency Response..." I depressed the hangup button numerous times until the message went away and had about 20 seconds to contemplate what had just occurred when my phone rang. When the female police officer on the other line informed me that I had just dialed 911 and wanted to know if there was an emergency, my skills in verbal communication failed me. I don't think that I've mentioned yet that it was 3 o'clock in the a.m. and I was a bit out of it. In the least eloquent way possible, I articulated that there was no emergency and that I was sorry for accidentally dialing 911at 3:00 a.m. When I got off the phone, I checked my dialed calls list, and right at the top was the 911 version for cellphones, 112. It seemed like such a crazy thing to happen at the time. What weirds me out the most is that I've no idea how my cellphone made its way to beneath my person when it was well beyond arm's reach on my nightstand dealie.

In other news, on a number of occasions, I have been accused of telling really long and pointless stories. I know, I know, I too, am shocked by those allegations. Nevertheless, in order to conform to the censorship and requirements about being boring around me, I have made a small effort to tell stories that, if they are not at all relevant, are at least somewhat entertaining, and will omit some of the details. Thus, instead of telling someone an entire three volume epic tale of buying a corn muffin at the coffee shop, I limit myself to one or two volumes, but I haven't mastered the brevity of the novella just yet. ANYWAY, so I am wondering if perhaps no concerned citizen has ever requested slightly shortened, more relevant, or more interesting stories from my professor who leads my unmanageable class. Good lord, we are regularly there after 9:00 in the p.m. because she gets so involved with telling us hundreds of really long, boring, and utterly pointless stories. And I like her a lot as a person, she's just infuriating as a professor. You know, 'cause I work all day and then have to spend the evening in her class, and by 9:00 I REALLY want to go home and relax. And it's fine if she wants to tell us SOME stories, but the sheer quantity of really long stories is ridiculous. What is more, in analyzing the situation in depth, I've come to the conclusion that she does not even realize that she's telling us so many stories that are boring and not relevant. For example, last night, she used the phrase, "Let me just tell one quick story..." before telling us numerous stories that seriously occupied an hour and a half of the class. It was funny...at 7:30, everyone had finished their presentations to the class, and I was looking at the clock, anticipating that we might actually get out of class a few minutes early, thinking it would be impossible for her to spend the next hour and a half telling us these stories that had no point. But sure enough, at 9:05 she decided to wrap it up. And she's had a fascinating career and life, that she tells us every single dingle wingle detail about, but I simply don't feel that she's enriching my educational experience with all of these stories. And I plan on writing such on the class evaluation, because someone ought to direct her attention to this.

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