Nothing amazing's going to happen here. I was just stuck for a title to this post.

I'm very tense. My new laptop is supposed to arrive today. I'm desperately anxious to play with it. I'm all distracted and I can't focus on work at all.

I mean, I should focus, because after this week, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to contact any of our users or prospective users until after the holidays. So if I'm going to accomplish an impressive amount of work this month...or even an average amount, I have to do it in the next three days.

I've had a burgeoning lust for a laptop computer of my own for the past couple of years. Before, it was just kind of a toy idea...something to play with. Then when I started writing again in August, I started really wanting it.

Week by week, the desire has grown until now, knowing that I'll have my hot little hands on it in a couple of hours, I'm completely in thrall to my fantasies of what it will be like. I wish I'd sprung the extra $70 or whatever to have a colored cover put on it.

I hope it likes the mouse I bought it last night. I got it a little mouse-pad, too. All new and special, just for it. And I lowered the adjustable desk in my room last night until it was just the right height to use a laptop. I'm all ready for it. I hope it arrives soon.

I used to get this way about men, but they aren't upgradeable.

Chipmunks! The radio by my desk is playing Chipmunks singing Christmas Carols. I love crass commercialization during the holidays.

Only, not that Santa, Baby song, because that's just perverse. Bing Crosby...that's my idea of holiday music. Or Johnny Mathis.

This is bad.... It's still ten days to the holidays. I have seven work days left, and my brain has completely checked out of the whole "working for a living" concept.

Maybe I'll go look at yesterday's catalogues again. I should be able to find something I can order for someone.