Or something like it, anyway.  I now have in my hands the replacement Sony Ericsson w580i, its case, a nifty bluetooth headset (Motorola HT820), my external HD (WesternDigital My Passport Essential 160GB), and the case for that as well.  Still two things left to come in (which I’m not hurting for), plus my ecology books (one of which I am hurting for), but most of the absolute essentials are in, so I am a happy girl.  Just wish my media files would transfer to the HD faster.  FAAAASTER.  That’s what I get for being a music junkie, I guess.

On the subject of holiday bliss, though… I’m faced with the feeling of not even wanting to be around here for Christmas.  It’s rather odd… every other time I’ve tried to be away for the holiday, I’ve failed miserably (then again, the circumstances for which I was being away were pretty fucking fail, too).  But now, the very thought of being all ha-ha-happy-christmas with fresh young SNERTy attitudes makes me feel rather ill.  I know, yes, I was the same way at one time, but for the moment, in my bitter elderly cane-shaking fury, I must say I think teenagers are only good for one thing: asking me “would you like to try a combo meal today?”

Maybe my mind will change with time, but the idea of just getting a hotel room and declaring it “Fuck All” Day sounds mighty fine.

I hate those moments where you think you should probably be saying something, but the things worth talking about have so few words, and the rest would amount to nothing more than random fart-noises.  I always have things to say when I don’t have a (public) blog, but having one just serves to gum up the works… like finally getting a dream journal set up, and then you stop dreaming…

I suppose the biggest news since the last news that was really big would be an event already written about in great detail on my Livejournal, and very nicely stated on my brother’s blog, which is the passing of my long-time furry friend, Moses.  He passed Saturday morning at 11:32.  Though I had been prepared for this months ago when his health first started to decline, it’s still hard.  As I was telling Kev that morning, for the longest time, Moses was the only man I could ever really count on to be there and be supportive when I needed him most.  I like to think that maybe he stuck around to make sure I’d be alright without him… that I was finally in good hands.  And I do believe that his following Kev from one room to the other when walking was somewhat of a task was an approval of sorts… Mo could generally care less about people outside of the family, so that’s sort of a big deal.

Then again, I’m very sentimental, so that “I like to think” could be total bollocks.  Still doesn’t stop me from liking the idea.

He will be greatly missed.  Fat boy.  Turkey butt.  Thunder butt.  Momar.  Momo.  Mo-ron.  Moder.  Love you, Mo.