First World Problems...

I think I left my USB phone charger cord at work. How stupid. It wasn't the cheap one I bought at Meijer's but the one that transfers pictures and music and stuff. I guess if the damn phone held a fucking charge as well as my flip phone, I could keep it on for 24 hours straight and not have to plug in the damn thing.

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