Originally Posted by potter

That fear and utter panic that hits you when you get in the bathroom, drop your pants, sit down, already let a few fall and you realize.... You don't have your phone on you.

Uhg, it's the fucking worst. It's just utter disappointment. Like, you have to be fucking kidding me. I now have to sit here for the next ten minutes without checking facebook and seeing Becky's retarded wall posts from the bar last night at 1am, or I can't retweet about the hit on the goalie in last nights game. Or check the latest WSJ business news. What the hell am I supposed to do now, stare at the wall??