About 10 minutes ago, I slipped and fell in the middle of the street as a car was coming by. My iPod--the only way of communication because my mom sold my laptop and phone for reasons I don't want to get into because this thread will be really long and filled with profane comments--was in my pocket and I landed on it. It's now crushed. I picked it up and ran as fast as I can to get the hell out of the way of a car that wasn't slowing down.
I really hate life right about now...