Of Insignificant Importance

If I can just make it through three insignificant weeks, then I'll be alright. That's what I keep telling myself.

With Huw on tour this weekend, I was left with a few emails here and there and some nice phone calls which, I'm sure, will cost him a pretty penny*. Although I love the fact that we haven't let one day pass since we've been together in which we don't communicate with each other in some way, it's always tough when I can't "see" or "talk" to him like I'm used to.

I'm not sure if any of you have noticed recently (why would you with the huge gap in my postings), but we're down to LESS THAN 30 DAYS before I'm on my London in May adventure. And knowing that Huw hasn't broken any bones from his Barcelona Adventures** relieves me a bit, so it's all downhill from here.

The only thing is, even though I know I have a mere 3 weeks to go before I get to see him, I know that these are going to be the 3 most stressful weeks I've had in a while. Since I manage a project, I have to make sure that everything is right with it, along with the 2 other projects I'm on, before I can breathe easy when I step on that airplane. I guess the only thing that really keeps me going is the fact that my ticket is non-refundable, that I've already been approved for the vacation request, and that no matter what, I'm getting on that airplane. Data submission be damned.

Being a real grown up has its perks, but sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass. I understand that in the times we live in now, money makes the world go round and there's nothing I can really do about that. But I am so scared that I am becoming one of those people that works constantly--in the shower, on the weekend, just before I fall asleep at night--I keep myself awake thinking "Did I remember to..." and "What if I need to...". I sometimes feel like there just isn't enough room in my head to remember all the things I need to. Whilst I'm jamming my brain with work-related bits and pieces, I feel like I'm forgetting important activities in my personal life (i.e. did I pay my rent, when is that doctor's appointment, have I changed my contacts yet this month, etc.). I never thought I'd say this, but I feel totally overworked.

Anyway, blah. I have tunnel vision right now, and the light at the end of this tunnel is really the only thing that will get me through these 3 weeks. Now, I just have to make sure not to bury myself beneath the piles of paperwork on my desk and get to the airport in time...


*Don't worry, I'm going to help pay!
**Hope that didn't ruin any of your homecoming posting, Huw!

I made my very first impulse buy. I got a new computer.

I don't even want to go into the frustration and confusion that went along with the purchase, but let's just say the day this one dies, I'm leaving it up to someone else to get me a new one.

I know many of you could hands-down admit "I couldn't live without a computer in my home", and I understand that. I, however, used to be quite the opposite. Sure, I liked to check my email and do an occasional surfing**, but other than that, I was happy watching a movie or playing with my doggie.

That is, of course, until I met Huw.

My main form of communication with him is via the Internet. We chat and get to see each other everday through webcams--we can even talk for free because of our (sometimes stubborn and feedback-producing) microphones. So, when my last computer called it quits ever so abruptly, I was at a loss***. How do I adjust from waking up and going to sleep with him there everyday, to semi-planned phone calls**** at my work desk, where I have to walk that fine line of letting him know I'm absolutely crazy about him and still maintaining professionalism? After about a week, I couldn't take it anymore, so I sucked it up, went to a store that I'm sure ripped me off, and bought a ridiculously expensive crappy computer that will probably break in a year anyway. And it was one hundred percent worth it. In fact, I would have paid double if it meant I could go back to seeing and talking to him every day and night.

So, what I told y'all before is no longer true. Uncle Sam isn't paying for my trip to London in May; instead, he's footing the bill for my new facking computer.

What was your biggest impulse buy?

Oh, and Happy Easter to all!


* Not really.
**I got bored after 10 minutes. Really, what's there to surf?
***Fantastically huge understatement
****Which, for the record, I loved.

You might be asking yourself, "Why MOH, why are you blogging at work when you obviously have a mountain of work to sift through?" Well, good people, I'll tell you.

My at-home computer broke. Kaput. No more.

Now, if this is a fixable problem, then good deal. Obstacle with that is...I know CRAP about computers, so would have to take it to Computer Person for them to tell me, for about $100 I'm guessing, that my computer is broke, kaput, no more. And frankly, I haven't had the time.

So, with no computer at home, and with my days increasing in overworking my wittle booty off, I really REALLY don't have time to blog. What's worse is, that's my main line of communication with Huw, and even though (check the countdown) I have fewer and fewer days to go now until I see him, going those few days without communicating with him like I'm used to is very, very tough. So if any of you want to donate a computer to me (in the name of love, of course), want to offer your services for fixing said computer, or can give me any information on a BIOS old-school DOS screen that wouldn't bypass when my computer booted up, well then you might just be my second best friend.

Oh, and I got to see Nanners last night, which was in and of itself, the one of the best parts of my day. She's wonderful...remind me to tell you about the business we're going to start.