I broke my phone.
Twice in two months now, the screen on my cell phone has exploded and I can only see half of the display.
I am a decent enough texter that I can send a text message and basically know what I'm sending, but I had a brief panic attack today when I sent a message to a male friend saying, "I have mad texting skills," because I was worried I might have told him, "I have mad sexing skills." Thankfully, I don't think I did.
So...I will be with half a cell phone until I get home on Tuesday.
I might as well have cut off my foot. Or at least half my foot.