I am surrounded by death.
My condensating window - damn you, poorly insulated flat! - created a giant puddle on my windowsill, which my cell phone was unfortunately sitting in the middle of when I woke up Sunday morning. Boo.
My phone is now completely unresponsive, leaving me with absolutely no means of contacting anyone. Not like I'd even know their numbers, even if I tried.
Ah, the trials of my life!
= :(
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Thou shall not be a slave to the cellphone.
And then she was free...
shells
(sorry, I too am sick and therefore incoherent)
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