泝流光

I don't know why I want a mug. Probably because I began to drink black tea again. I want one a little bigger than original size because I like to have a large cup of tea. It has to be made of bone china, with floweres and plants painted on it. I am trying not to illustrate the cup in my mind. After all, I've had many.

Yet, there is one thing that I do not want to but have to buy: a cell phone. My old one has not behaved normally and only rings when it wants to. The only rule it obeys is Murphy's law, I therefore missed some important calls. It appears that I should spend some time this weekend to seek one. Why is a cell phone so necessary to modern people that a technologically pre-historic person like me should be involved?