I have lost my cell phone. Bonus stupidity: It’s on silent so I can’t even call myself to find it.
Next-day Update: I should not be allowed to own a phone. I found it — in my car, naturally, under a mound of crap — and proceeded to accidentally text someone I haven’t spoken to in two and a half years instead of the person by the same name I’m meeting up with today. Yeah. I’m special.
I’ve done that text thing before, actually more than once, and it sucks every time.
I also loose my phone under a mound of crap on a weekly basis.
These are just things I’ve come to expect out of life.