A Mess (iah)

Today while texting, "It looks like rain again today," my jaw dropped when these words magically appeared on my phone: "It looks like pain again today." Predictive text input technology has become my Shroud of Turin, Holy Grail and water turned to wine (which honestly seems the best of the three). "What is "aides milk", you might ask? If you are the recipient of a text message from me, you may translate it as "cider mill", but of course the words carry much much more. Perhaps to you I seem like some lunatic yelling jibberish from the street corner, but I am the only one who knows the truth. God speaks to me through T9 texting. Pretty much all the time.