- My fifteen year old brother's visit this past weekend, in which he demonstrated his vast sardonic charm and startling knowledge of all things The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
- My Monday night reunion with the old RA crew, which unfortunately was limited to an hour due to my uber-demanding travel schedule. But what a wonderful hour it was! People are married and living in Vermont! People are learning to speak Arabic in North Carolina! People are skipping town for greener pastures in San Diego! Sigh. I missed these friends.
- An entire thesis on the inevitability of Mario Lopez's emergence on Dancing with the Stars. Remember the time he proclaimed football barbaric and flitted around The Max in tights, all to appease that neurotic egghead Jessica Myrtle Spano? Yeah, me neither.
But how about the fact that I am furiously typing this prose at a $0.20 per minute PC Station at a FedEx Kinko's because I managed to spill a tablespoon of cold coffee on my laptop keyboard this morning, thereby rendering it useless and quite possibly destroyed?!?
"Please," I whispered earlier to the gentle company IT man on the other end of the line. "Can we save her? I mean, she's sort of - she's my lifeline."
Torturously long pause.
"Yes," he said confidently. And so I am taking his word as gospel and furiously backing up my files on a USB drive before I send my precious baby for her first (and last) home office repair job.
I'm sorry I'm such a clumsy asshole, my beautiful, sweet, kind, Panasonic W2 Toughbook that weighs a mere 2.5 pounds.