Arse.
I took my new laptop to the POW to use the wi-fi there so I could sort out my itunes. Only Liz couldn't remember the password so I had to go to Barracuda. Somewhere between being in the POW and Barracuda I lost my bloody mobile. Either I left it on the table and someone had it away (which I doubt as I knew everyone in there) or it fell out of my bag on Roe Street.
Whatever happened to it, its gone. I noticed in about 15 minutes and when I rang it, it had already been turned off.
Now, I'm pissed off coz it was a really cool phone and I dont have a copy of anyones numbers anywhere. I'm even more pissed off cos it wasn't like I was drunk or anything. But looking on the brightside, in 3 days I wount really be needing any of the numbers and I would have to get a new sim anyway. But as I will be jobless by noon tomorrow the expense of a new phone is something I could do without.
Its been destined to happen. Either it was going to get lost or dropped down the toilet sometime in the future. Such is my luck.
This coupled by the news that my ipod is "corrupt" and 3000 songs have gone missing since being put on a external harddrive from my old pc at the pub to my new one is making me a bit more miserable than I should be. Hopefully, none of this will matter by Friday.
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