In case you need explanation (though with those drawings, how could you?), the story goes: I got home from the bar at 4am. Was talking on the phone (blackberry) and held it to my face with my shoulder so I could use my hands to open my window. Phone slipped out, got a terribly unlucky bounce, and fell out the window. After a ridiculously long free fall, during which my phone book flashed before my eyes*, it crashed on the sidewalk 27 floors down. A new phone has been ordered.
*Luckily, I regularly sync my blackberry to my computer, so most of my numbers are backed up. But I had JUST gotten someone’s number that night. Chelsea, if you’re reading this, call me.
