Don't Say That It's Over.

It's funny. I never realized how much I used my cellphone before today.
It died last night, and my sister took the charger to her friends house. (We only have one, because she broke the other one... SO now she uses my charger.) Of course, today is one of those days where I want to make plans for the weekend.
I reached for my cellphone this morning... Behold! It was still dead. So I'm stuck waiting until she gets back. Now I have this stupid anxiety feeling in my stomach.


I could strangle her.