It's here!

I went to work yesterday anticipating a day stuck in the dumps* and decided to check on the tracking info for my computer, which had left China Friday night. Imagine my surprise/delight when I discovered it had already gotten to Dulles Sunday night, 5 days before the anticipated delivery date! Obviously the rest of the morning was spent feverishly refreshing the tracking info, watching my shipment arrive in Alexandria at 6:57, get on the truck at 7:05, and finish in the mailroom downstairs at 9:48am, just barely making it in time for the mailroom's morning deliveries. For the record, this computer that debuted last Tuesday arrived at my doorstep less than a week later. (Perhaps Sony should take a hint from Apple's inventory planning to save some people from being trampled when the release the next Playstation.) I considered leaving work early to go home and play with it, but I held out and just spent all night setting it up. And by setting up I mean pushing the on button. I know everyone else who's switched to Mac has discussed this already, but it really is impossibly easy to use. I turned it on, the battery was full, it found my network immediately, and everything I needed was right there. I plugged my camera and ipod in, they uploaded immediatel;y, no downloading/installing needed. I just took some time adjusting my preferences and adding widgets, then spent the rest of the evening watching last week's LOST and dvds. My only concern is that when I actually need to do work or anything besides playing around, I may have some trouble finding files and programs, but for now I am, needless to say, very very pleased. Here's me typing away, as seen through the camera on my monitor using fancy photo effects.





*As I've said before I think, I've gotten to a stage where the more fun I have, the more melancholy I am when the fun is over and reluctant to return to everyday life. The weekend was action-packed and lot of fun, thanks to everyone who helped me celebrate the big bday. But of course all the fun meant I was especially down on Sunday night. I used to stay up late on Sundays because I didn't want to go to sleep and wake up to a new school week; now, at the ripe old age of 25, I tend to stay up because of anxiety over the passage of another week, and I haven't yet been able to find anything to help me calm my fears. 27 is my scary age; even as recently as college I thought I'd be married and settled by 27...now in a blink of an eye I'm almost there, and while I'm quite happy being neither married nor settled, it's still all a little overwhelming. That quarter-life crisis business is no joke. But what can you do. I may not even make it to 27; according to the local noon news the apocalypse is coming, in the form of this summer's Mid-Atlantic hurricane season. Everybody get your bottled water and nonperishables!