Still no laptop

Alas, Computron IV! Will you ever be virus-free and back in my hands? How crushing if I have to cancel my internet subscription almost immediately after getting connected.

This means, of course, that I won't be able to email Internet Guy this weekend, or see if he responds to today's email (which I put a lot of effort into during my french toast lunch). Part of me thinks I should give him my phone number, but the other part of me knows that I hate talking on the phone, and then there would be the guilt of not wanting to talk to someone who called long distance...

I hope my fabric is at the post office. It would be nice to have something new to work on...because I am putting the binding on my rainbow quilt tonight!

Okay, the day is almost over. Time to pack things away.

And then he emailed....

And I danced all the way through lunch.

Well, danced in the brief moments before my lunch was interrupted by a meeting that was supposed to take place at 2:00, and took place at 1:10 instead.

But still - he emailed!



This is why I'll never be an award-winning blogger.

This is why I shouldn't let myself get ridiculously excited about stuff

I told myself not to get worked up over this email thing, but I did anyway, so when he didn't email yesterday, I got sad.

I told myself to cheer up, went home (where I don't have a computer, because of cyber-herpes), had a nice gossip with Dianne from Lindor, and told myself that he was probably busy.

Today, however, when there's no email, I start getting paranoid - "Was my email too weird? Does he think I'm creepy? Why am I so obsessive?"

Deep breaths. It's almost the weekend.

Meeting time

Council meeting, that is. I could really use a hug. It doesn't matter if the night goes well or not, my stomach can't tell the difference between good meeting and bad.

Cautiously optimistic

He didn't stop emailing me after my last response...in fact, he sent a pretty good response *to* my response, which prompted another long response on my part. I shouldn't let myself get so worked up over this, but I am.

Man, I am a dork.

Cyber-herpes

I can't believe it - I have the internet back for less than a week, and my anti-virus software craps out and leaves me with a raging case of cyber-herpes.

Was it the Black Eyed Peas album I downloaded? Could my sekrit desire for music I could dance to in the privacy of my own living room have infected Computron IV with this virus issue? Fergie, I trusted you!

It's a good thing I have a meeting tonight, so I won't have a lot of time to cry over how ridiculous the whole situation is. I may be able to rectify the situation tomorrow with the help of a local computer guy, but in the meantime I am going to pout.

Into the awkwardness zone

I have started chatting with this guy back in Ontario. He's the brother-in-law of a guy I went to high school with, and he seems nice (as nice as one can be in a day's worth of messages, anyway). I spent a ridiculous amount of time composing a response to his message, which was in itself a response to me saying "tell me a bit about yourself."

So dorky and awkward, my fumbling attempts at social interaction.

Now I will make pancake batter, so I can have a fantastic breakfast tomorrow. Council meeting days require as much awesome as can be squeezed into the period prior to the meeting.