Whenever I hear a friend lose their phone and their cries of agony as they try to recover numbers, I hold my tongue in. They moan about how they didn’t charge their phone and now the battery is almost dead. They borrow a phone and call it, hoping that someone hears it. Silent or not?

I am super-anxious about losing such information because I am a caller, not person who receive calls. And so every time I hear the loss, I immediately go to my computer and anally enter the numbers, names into my address book. The address book that syncs automatically with my ipod. And the address book that I sync up occasionally with my yahoo address book. Oh that reminds me that I should do it again.

And I charge my phone regularly. Two bars of battery? That means that I should find a charger soon.

Even as much as I can be messy, every time I walk out my door, I immediately stick my hand in my bag to make sure I have 3 things in my bag. My wallet. My phone. My keys. And on other events, my camera.

In some way, that saves a lot of grief.

Or in some way, I am just lucky…