Good news and bad news

Good news is mom wasn't mad. I mean she wasn't happy that I broke an expensive phone but she didn't yell at me. We both realized that, as a Galaxy A42, it was getting up there in age anyway. I think about 4 years old? We'll be taking it to Asurion over the weekend and if it costs more than $150 to repair, we'll just bite the bullet and get a new phone. I'm only reluctant to do that because my files are still on the phone. Didn't exactly have the foresight to know I'd break the screen and back everything up.

The bad news is, in trying to show mom where the crack is, I discovered that the screen has hemorrhaged even more fluid in the 24 hours it's been busted. It's gone from pink and blue splotchy puke to black dead puke with a little bit of blue in the middle. Now I can't even enter my PIN, which really sucks butts. How will I admire pictures of my comfort characters now? And this means I spent all those hours downloading MP3s for nothing.