After seeing the new Friday the 13th movie last night, (yeah I know, perfect timing, right?), I woke up- alone- to discover that it was completely dead.
Needless to say, it was kind of a sleepless night. I don't know if it was the questionable decision I made yesterday or the scary movie (I'm really bad at watching those, seriously), but I could not sleep. When I finally fell into a deep sleep at 4 a.m., I woke up an hour later to find my phone off. Then I started getting nervous, thinking that if something awful happened I would have no way to contact anybody. So I just laid in my bed, trying not to fall back asleep in fear that I would stop breathing or wake up in the bottom of a lake or something ridiculous. When I finally started dozing off, I hoped that seeing my phone dead was just a groggy misperception due to my lack of sleep.
But sure enough, when my conscience reemerged at 9:30, my little phone was still dead.
I can't decide what pisses me off most: the fact that my phone is not that fancy but still broke easily, or that it's new and broke easily. Or the fact that I waited 68 minutes at the desk just for the Verizon woman to inform me that there were no extra batteries to bring my phone back to life. In fact, there were no batteries in Boston, Cambridge, Burlington, Nashua, Salem, or Pelham; virtually any store remotely close to me.
In the end, I had to walk out of the mall slightly annoyed and deeply concerned with my lack of telephone. I have to wait for the company to mail me a battery, which could take days.
Needless to say, I feel so lost without the ability to talk to people whenever I want.
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