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In totally sucky news, I seem to have broken my phone, possibly REALLY badly.

See, Friday night on my way to meet jere7my, I dropped the phone into an ice-puddle. I pulled it out and dried it off, and it was still working perfectly, so hey, no harm done.

About fifteen minutes later, I noticed that it wasn't turning on --it just repeated the first five seconds of the "on" animation over and over. I took out the battery again, and blew on it, and let it dry a little more and was quite thorough, and then put it all together again. It worked just fine.

Yesterday I pulled it out of my pocket a couple times to find it had turned itself off. Annoying, but not a huge problem --I would just turn it back on, and when it was sitting flat on my desk, it didn't turn off at all, so probably jostling was upsetting it.

All sounds fine so far, right?

Last night I plugged it in since it was down to one bar. At four in the morning, you don't really pay attention to things. So this morning, it took until breakfast to notice it was...still at one bar. Got home, plugged it in. No red charging light, no happy beep. Unplug. Replug. Unplug. Take apart, and call everyone I know looking for rice.

It's taken apart and sitting in rice now, where it will stay for...some length of time. But if my phone completely can't charge, than I have a HUGE problem. Solutions will be sorted out, it'll just take some time.

Also, where can one buy a phone that's fucking indestructible? Bonus points for looking like a tonka truck.

~Sor
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Today sucks on multiple levels for multiple reasons, including but not limited to hurting people I give a shit about by being an irrational bitch, transphobia, feeling betrayed by someone who never owed me anything in the first place, aforementioned phone sucking, photobucket sucking a million dead donkey dicks, losing all the browser tabs I had open for sundries and responses, and probably other stuff, like the whole constant stressor that is lack of job and money and also needing to get into grad school and do well this semester and fucking _doom_.

But dammit, tonight I get to sous-chef¹ for someone who's the next closest thing to professional, and I am going to distract myself if it kills me. Which it would, except that I'm immortal.

I'm also going to go put the flask away before I get tempted, since the second rule of boozahol² is "if I ever "need a drink" I do not get a drink".

ANYWAYS the whole original point of this post is "I just uploaded a ton of photos to flickr, I should post them!" so I'm going to do that now. Have like thirty photos, ( under this cut )

My other interesting stranger story is from Friday night, walking home from Jekyll and Hyde. Across the street from me is a car with the windows down, defying the cold by blasting bouncy music with a good beat. I laugh, and dance for a moment, just being silly. I look up, and the driver catches my eye. He cheers, and dances with me, and we both rock out while waiting for the lights to turn.

As his light turns green, I holler "Have a good night!" across the road to him. "You are WICKED COOL!" he replies. "I LIKE YOU!"

And that is why I love being who I am and living in the world I do.

~Sor
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1: I like sous-chefing. I just don't like cooking.

2: The first rule would also be broken, since it's "I am not allowed to drink alone."

Chocolate alone, I am allowed to do that as much as I fucking want. If it turns into eating chocolate and watching my favourite episode of Middleman, that is an OKAY THING, OKAY?