That was so weird...

So I got up to wash my hands. Then I went back to my seat. Right when I sat down, my phone rang. My mom is currently out with my uncle, doing something pertaining to his new house. My phone was upstairs. I essentially live downstairs. So I went upstairs and picked up the phone, and right when I did, it stopped ringing. Then it started ringing again for a split second, and during that split second, I answered it. Right when I answered it, it said that the call was lost. I hit "end" to dismiss the message, but doing so also hung up the call, which apparently actually wasn't lost. I checked the call history and it was my mom. That meant I had just hung up on her. I uncontrollably guilt-tripped myself and called her back. Then she said she didn't call me. So then I descended into a bottomless pit of exasperation. Halfway through the conversation she couldn't hear anything I was saying. So then I practically had a heart attack trying to fix my phone so that she could hear me. Turns out it was a connection problem. She asked if I wanted to tell her anything. I tried to tell her I loved her and conclude the conversation with a goodbye, but she couldn't hear me. Then the call was lost. Then I ran downstairs and I swear I really wanted to throw my phone across the room. But I couldn't, because it was super-expensive and I knew that if I was that mad at my phone, a more productive way to dispose of it would be to sell it and get back all the money it cost to buy it, and then give it to my mom and solve a few of our financial problems. But I couldn't do that, because I wasn't allowed outside on account of she wasn't at home with me. I knew nobody else was at home; I only live with my mother because I'm an only child and my mother and father don't love each other on account of a disturbing experience I had with my father of which I notified my mother a long time ago, springing several events in her psychology that ultimately led to several bouts between my father, my mother, and the law. So then my mom called me again and I sighed and greeted her and she asked me why I was sighing like I was so irritated to hear from her. So then I tried to explain and decided not to, told her, "Never mind." But then she insisted on my telling her. So then I tried to, but the call was lost again. Then I actually threw the phone across the room, but it didn't break, so I'm sort of glad about that. Then she called me back, and before either of us could say anything, the call was lost again. Then I sat down and screamed for awhile. So this is me typing right after I sat down and screamed for awhile, and I'm damn pissed. Not at you, of course (well, not specifically, anyway). I'm overreacting, I know. I blame my autism. I think I'm right about that. Of course I think I'm right about that; otherwise, to tell you it would be either a lie or a failed attempt at one. Bottom line, is, if you had plans to screw with me, hold them off 'till, oh, say, tomorrow. K? Or else I'll find out where you live. D:<