I dropped my phone once today in the parking lot outside of school. Thanks to the (new) case, it was just fine. Whew!
Then, I dropped it again on the hardwood floors at Patrick's while I was picking up the kids. This time, I wasn't so lucky. Dead. Nothin'.
Then, I brought it home to try and give it some love, and I dropped it again on the tile floor.
Now...it's so not responding. I tried CPR. I tried that AED thingie that you see on walls in public places. I tried putting it on my pillow and singing softly. All to no avail.
I want my phone.
I neeeeeed my phone.
I hear it ringing.
I hear that cute little sound when I get a text.
But the damn screen won't light up.
So, until I get to the Apple store (Read: I'm going after school tomorrow to the Apple store), I think I'm out of luck.
Fortunately, I still have my laptop to keep me company. How is it that I went all the way through college without a cellphone? And now? I'm hyperventilating and making out with my computer for some techno-love.
Is there a such thing as iPhone armor?
Or should I just get some really great super glue?
Come back to me my love...