communication, lost (not found)

i lost my phone. and yes, there was copious amounts of booze involved. i have to go back and scour the bars of last night and see what happened. it's kind of a drag. no, it is a drag that i have become so attached to a stupid little expensive device (no land line) and now i am stuck in a deafening silence. which is actually fine. it's a cloudy lonely sunday. it is perfect, really. cinematic, poetic, moody. bob dylan's 'cocaine' just played on the radio and it took me to another place. i think i am still drunk. jackanddiet.

i got lost last night. totally lost. lost my bag, keys, wallet, phone, camera. thank god (or a permutation) that C. lives near by and saved me by not only letting me sleep on her extra bed, but helping to track down my bag and just be generally convivial and understanding about my insane level of intoxication at 5 AM. oh, this is starting to sound like a confession. the good part is, is that i retrieved most of what was lost, except the fucking phone.

what does it mean? do i need to reform? is it a sign? god, my neurosis is really getting the better of me. all will be solved on its own.