I somehow manage to wake up approximately near the right time (my alarm was on my phone, of course), and spend most of the morning trying to get my formerly useful brick of metal and glass to come back to life.
After it finally gets a charge, I tell Katie, "I was actually starting to feel sort of good without a phone, like I was free."
"Back in your cage, songbird," she says wistfully.
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