FUCK.

I've lost my cell phone. I think it must have fallen out of my jacket pocket early this afternoon. There was a major storm that hit when I was about a block away from work, so I sprinted through the pouring rain to get inside, and I probably wouldn't have noticed it falling out of my pocket. I didn't realize it was missing until I left work, four hours later. I checked all around my workplace for it, but no go. I retraced my steps, but it wasn't on the sidewalk anywhere, so someone must have picked it up. When I got back to my room, I called the number. It rang for a while before the voicemail kicked in, so I know it's ON somewhere, and at least the rain didn't destroy it. But no one answered. Fuck. I'll try again in a bit, but then what the fuck do I do?

Ironically enough, I was planning on getting a new phone anyway. I guess now I have a good reason. But FUCK. Now I've lost all my phone numbers. I don't even know my own boyfriend's cell number, so I can't get a hold of him! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

What a way to top off a bad day.