To add to my recent chain of bad luck, my phone just got stolen.

Curses.

I am certain my recently attained ironed straight hair has something to do with it.

In lieu of my stolen phone, the number that you are so accustomed to texting has been blocked until DST decides that I don’t have to wait in line to be served. However, should you decide to approach the angry lion, my house phone is fully operational (knowledge of Indonesian Malay will be a bonus).

Wrath over the horizon. Parental guidance advisory.