Goddamnit.

I lost my cellphone. At the library. No one's turned it in. Which means someone found it. And kept it. And, until I get a new one, that means they'll be harrassed by work ringing when Amanda panics and wants me to start early. But apparently when she called it went straight to the voicemail, anyhow. What good is my phone without the charger, though?

I still have my old phone, but I'll have to spill in a new SIM at the very least. Damnit. I like my phones to last me longer than... five months. The other one is three years old, and sure it had a shite battery life, but, y'know, otherwise was mostly okay. If old and clunky.

Fin.