I. cannot. wait. In two, count ’em, t-w-o days I can kick my piece-o-shit cellphone to the curb and sign up with another provider, and then maybe, just maybe, I will no longer have to be that girl who’s frowning at the diminishing antenna bars on the phone screen while everyone else around her is chatting it up. If all goes well, I’ll even be able to text overseas like the rest of the world. Keep yer fingers crossed. Well, I mean, keep ’em crossed, then let’s say the texting thing goes through, then probably you’ll want to uncross them, for speedy-texting purposes. I am texting queen; hear me, um, text. Tck tck tck tck tck.