it fell into the pool with a joyful little splash, as if it had jumped out of my hand, liberated, not knowing that it was headed for a watery grave.  i disassembled as many parts of it as i could, shook some of the water out of it, shook more water out of it, shook shook shook.  then i let it air-dry.  alas, my cell phone never awoke.  it shorted out, and is gone forever.  i went swimming again yesterday, despite the bad memories.  ryan’s apartment pool is small and only five feet deep, so it’s not so much swimming as it is walking around in circles with a nice cold beverage, watching the punks go in and out of their apartments.  later there was saint arnold’s fancy lawnmower and galaxy quest, crispy cold and really entertaining, respectively.