I have a very real hatred of tricked-out, neon-pulsing digital clocks. When we moved in together, there were many incidences of me hiding Robbie's digital alarm clock. It was so...green-glowing...in the night...I named it the light at the end of the dock, and explained his clock was a metaphor for the degradation of the American dream and human decency. I am impossible to live with.
And so the annihilation of the alarm clock led us to...inevitably, start using our phones. Which, bad idea for a laundry list of reasons you already know.
Until finally, I got me this beaut.
And now I don't look at my phone right before bed, or first thing in the morning, and O, For the Love of Life, the things that has done for my productivity/sleep/mental health.
My name is Bridget, and I support analog.