*bawls*

Oh. God. I lost my cell phone. This is making me nuts. I've checked my bag, my coat, my clothes, my room, the bathroom, the elevators I took tonight, every inch of ground I covered, my seat at horror, the snack machines and the other bathroom, nothing. I'm pretty sure I had it in Horror. This makes me hopeful that someone cleaned the room and picked it up, and I've left a call-back with Barnard's lost and found, but oh god, this is sooooooooooo......I don't know what it is, it's FUCKED, that's what. I can't believe this. Jesus, I knew I tended to lose things, but I thought I'd taken care of it! I CLIPPED IT TO MY FUCKING PANTS TO KEEP IT ATTACHED TO ME AND NOW IT'S GONE.

No one is answering it when I call, maybe that means no one's using it. Liz is being so helpful, saying I might have flushed it, but I would have seen it. I may be dim, but when I turn around to flush a toilet, I'm sure I would notice if there was a cell phone sitting in it. Jesus Jesus Jesus.

And I have an interview tomorrow, I can't sit up all night worrying over this, but if it doesn't surface by tomorrow, I may have to call Verizon and home and see about getting it replaced. I can't afford a new phone right now! WHY AM I SO STUPID???? I feel like crying until I pass out.