My Life As a Digital
Hoarder
by Erin Ewen
FICTION
04:02 I wake up to my phone vibrating. I forgot to turn on Do Not Disturb last night when I fell asleep watching Aladdin (1992). I’ve contorted my body into the shape of an avantgarde pretzel to stop my laptop from falling off the edge of the bed. I’m really glad I bought Disney+. And by bought, I mean, I’m glad I have access to my boyfriend’s account. I need to pee, so I get up, trying hard not to wake him. “Can you pass my phone?” he mumbles to me as I slide back into bed.
09:00 Now my wrist is vibrating. It’s the daily alarm I’ve set on my FitBit. A little bird flashes on the screen, chirping. Or maybe it’s playing the trumpet. I can’t remember because I always silence it so quickly. The buzzing really annoys me. Gotta take my pill.
09:17 I’ve already seen three different videos about baked feta pasta. 09:30 18,629 unread emails. I try not to look at the number when I open my Outlook. It overwhelms me. I scroll through my inbox, past new emails from Menulog, Facebook, eBay, Glassons, Sydney Opera House, Indeed, Domino’s and Moshtix. I make a mental note to separate my spam from the rest of my emails.
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