I keep alluding to the fact that I hate my phone and threatening to write more about it, though I haven’t been motivated to take it any further than that. I’ve been feeling like I’m in a totally overbearing relationship with this little object recently. It interrupts me, demands my attention, tracks everything I’m doing and everywhere I’m going and sends all that information to I don’t even know who. I can take little steps here and there to combat that – turned off my ringer, got a faraday mesh pouch to block all network connections… but that doesn’t seem like enough. I’m close to accidentally driving over it with a car. It has some very pretty apps though.