A couple of weeks ago, I dropped my Iphone in the toilet. Like your seasonal quarter-life crises, I analyzed my steps leading towards the pending doom and what I could have done to avoid it, but it was pointless.
The fact is, as much as we hippies talk about how we despise superficial and overpriced technology, admit it: your Iphone is like a puppy-It requires a lot of care and attention, looks super cute, and essentially makes your life easier. So, I did what any girl would do (any girl without Apple insurance, that is). I took the necessary steps to lead it onto the path of resurrection.