It’s official. Getting my hands on a new iPhone 4 is no longer a luxury. Although my 3GS works fine, I just dropped it on a concrete sidewalk. The front glass shattered.
So I’m currently typing through a spider web of cracks.
I’m a little devastated. You develop relationships with smart phones. It’s not just a device. It’s like my dog lost a leg.
I lost this phone at the Arcade Fire concert on Centre Island this past weekend. Someone found it. I was relieved.
Now this. I feel slightly conspired against. Short of nerding out and spending my day calling Rogers stores, it’s next to impossible to track down and secure an iPhone 4. It’d be dumb for me to buy a replacement 3GS for now.
So I’m totally stuck with this broken phone for who knows how long.
This sucks. This truly sucks.
