Unwired for Sound...

Yeah... um... hi.

Remember me?  We met at camp... like... three months ago or something?  We stayed up late at night talking about stuff that happened in our days?  I promised I'd write everyday?  Remember?

Well, I been mutherfunkin' bizzy.  Unaccountably busy but horribly overwhelmingly 'unable to deal with the most basic of basic tasks without lists and anxiety' kind of busy.  By way of example, tonight has been the longest amount of consecutive waking hours spent at home since... last Thursday?  Casual pizza and beer at a friend's house, birthday party, in-law extended family Christmas function, MY extended family Christmas function, christmas and birthday shopping, work... and then about eight special hours spent on the phone to technical support about mysterious and terminal router problems.  Yes... there is just too much on in this month to have that trouble compounded with that most first of first world problems... a lack of wireless internet.

It changes everything.  Aside from the excruciating frustration of a technical fault that has no reason or solution, that ethernet cable was like an anchor that tethered me to a room of disorder and squallor, upturned two weeks ago when some new 'old' furniture was brought into the house.  Every useless article of stationery from every Christmas stocking from the last ten years was spread disrespectfully across the spare bed.  Bills, notepads, printer cartridges.  Pile upon pile of sheets and towels awaiting relocation into a linen 'cupboard' from their temporary home in a linen 'box'... and no time to get it in order... and no freedom to walk away with laptop under arm to a more pleasant place. 

I felt... not ill, but genuinely psychologically unbalanced by the situation.  I cried.  About a fucking faulty router.  My internet habits changed entirely, because checking my facebook or composing questionable blog posts bore no resemblance to enjoyment, and that left me without my usual weapon of mass distraction... and that only allowed me to be further consumed with how overwhelmed with life I was.

This is only very recently resolved with a borrowed router and I am back on the couch, late at night, with some crap about Octomum going past on the television, and I am calming down.  I am not calm enough to have sorted out and wrapped all (or any) of my lil' mate's birthday presents for tomorrow, but I have asked for an extenstion until the afternoon and been granted it.  So let's just hope that as I am out in the world tomorrow morning trying to find the perfect location for Jay Laga'aia's music DVD for kids, I stumble across the perfect something to give the current inventory of birthday booty a bit of a lift.

SWALK