and i feel like the crazy hermit collector troll dude atop/under the hill. a broken display on my laptop? check. hopefully just a bad battery on my cellphone? we’ll see. about 5 years worth of my life backed up onto an external hard drive (and i hope its just the enclosure thats fucked)? brutal. i feel like i just got ganked by a lame-a-saurus.

after i finished cleaning i realized that i had sabotaged my own night by doing so (cleaning that is). also, it had been a hot minute since i heard my phone call me over all - hey bish sheck da message. thats when i realized it was off. not an hour or so before that when i tripped up on the enclosure cables and knocked it over its little pedestal. not after i spent a good deal of time getting that little green light to come on (only to have it turn off). yea, it was off. and i don’t just mean the phone. my whole night felt like a turtle turned on its back. i know i’ll flip come morning, but jesus fucking christ are you kidding me?

i hate everything today. i have to go sell tickets. i don’t even know how i’m supposed to do that without my phone. hence i have to go to at&t first. the rest can wait. nomophobia at its finest eh?

you can still however text/call me at 407 588 7126. if i’m at this broken lappy, i can still check all incoming anything. hell, if i can find a pc mic in my bag of shit, i can make calls as well. that’s not a bad idea.

i’m out.

now playing : jesus fucking christ - i’m surrounded by those who want me dead