||[Feb. 3rd, 2009|04:44 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
I retraced my steps of Sunday night today (Monday afternoon) without any luck. Peered under benches, poked at shiny scraps, talked to neighbors and the local homeless - no joy.
Called the MBTA lost & found (for stuff lost at the stations) as well as the MBTA bus station (for stuff lost on buses). No new cell phones turned in.
I'm going to try calling them again tomorrow before I turn off the phone and get a new one.
Can't retrieve voicemail remotely. I wonder if I set a password or not, cuz it's not the damn default.
Still praying for a (lazy) good Samaritan.
If the universe could please stop kicking my poor, sore ass, I'd truly appreciate it.