Old School.

I have my quirks, but they're endearing really. Or at least I like to think of them that way.  One is that I use a pager as my alarm clock.  My, uh, old school pager from like over ten years ago, when 600041647 wasn't just a string of numbers.  I belong to the pioneer generation of text messagers, I tell you!  This is my root beer colored pager as it sits on my bedstand today:



It used to be that this pager sat nicely clipped to my hip.  Pager chain hanging over the pocket keeping it in place.  Just how it became my regular alarm clock, I don't know.  I can't live without it apparently.  Oh yeah, tell me I'm not 6007!