The nice thing about first world problems is that sometimes, they disappear, never to be heard from again. Such as those lonely, lonely hours between midnight and 7 am, when every TV station you get has gone off the air, and abandoned you to the cold embrace of a test pattern. The heartbreak of not being chosen during the competition for affection known as "Call Waiting." The anxiety of discovering that your favorite mixtape has developed a twist deep inside, and emergency surgery with tweezers and a ball point pen is necessary. This thread is dedicated to these forgotten crises. Weep if you are so moved.