Ah, I do so love my monitor. 17 inches of glorified graphics, browsing, and just plain goodness. You see, my computer has been on an extended business trip to the basement, working on recording various TV shows for me. I’ve gotten all the episodes I possibly can of the two shows which started this project, but now my parents have gotten so used to recording things digitally that they want it permanently. I needed my computer back and Steve had a few spare parts, so he’s building our own little make-shift Tivo box.
But now my computer is back upstairs. I love it. I’ve missed all my lovely files, my games, my graphics programs, a monitor that doesn’t screw up colors, the use of a mouse… Mmmm. Geeky heaven. 🙂
I’m actually kind of nervous as I sit here tonight, happily tapping away at my beloved ergonomic keyboard. I’m meeting an Internet friend tomorrow for the first time. But he’s not just any Internet friend – I’ve known him for about two and a half years, we’re really good friends, and yet we’ve never met in person. Until tomorrow as of 12:30pm. We’re meeting for lunch. I’m going to wear red, since that’s kind of an “in” joke. I’m going to try very hard not to slip into my habit of constantly mispronouncing his name. And I’m going to try even harder not to get all quiet and shy from being so dang tired.
Who is this friend? You should all be familiar with him by now – it’s Sujit. We’re meeting for lunch at a nice BBQ place, then maybe going to a movie afterwards. I don’t know why I’m getting so nervous, but this happens when I meet Internet friends. You wouldn’t believe how nervous I was when I was on my way to meet Alastair! Not only was I already horrendously sick, but it seemed the whole world was against me. The Tube shut down between my stop and his, so it took me two hours to get to him. I felt *so* bad making him wait at an empty train station, alone, without any place to sit, for two freakin’ hours. I’m not letting that happen when I go to meet Sujit. I’m leaving with lots of time to spare, and hopefully I won’t get shot along the way. (And don’t you think I’m joking. This sniper thing is kinda creepy.)
I shouldn’t be nervous. It’ll go fine. I hope. I just hope I don’t make an idiot out of myself or something awful like that.
Ack, gotta quit thinking about it.
I am seriously craving cornbread. I’ve been looking forward to tomorrow for ages, thinking about the golden fluffiness from the heart of the south. I’ve been dying to go back to that place I went to with Paul and the rest of the gang from the play on the final night of the performance (you know, when I was playing a valley girl.) Ooooooh… I haven’t had cornbread like that in forever. Nothing matches it, it’s one of the best tastes in the world.
I think I’m going to goof off for a while to try and keep my stomach from going nuts that way I don’t get all sick when I meet Sujit tomorrow. That would be bad, very bad.