The laptop has arrived! In the tradition of all other laptops in this family, I have named it Weebill, as this is an Aussie bird, after Kookaburra, Gallah, and Budgerigar, the other family laptops. (The desktops are Dingo, Gecko, Bandicoot, and... I can't remember the other one. But it's probably carnivorous.)
It's beautiful, I should say. As it is. It's shiny and black and silver, and widescreen, and has new-computer smell. You know that smell? You know that smell. (Boomer! The other one's called Boomer.) It's lovely and we're going to be very happy together. *pets it*
And it weighs practically nothing. Yee. My old one weighed something like nine pounds, probably ten. This one's 5.2. I even *like* the keyboard. Right away, even. No annoying adjustment and why the hell are the scroll keys way up there? Just nice. Good. *pets it again*
Now I just need a bag for it so I don't have to live in perpetual fear of its imminent destruction. *wibbles*
Should do that, then.
Working three days, then starting new job on Monday. Then working on Saturday at the store, as I said I'd be nice and do that 'til the end of the month, at least. I'm nice. Stop looking at me like that.
The important thing is: I have my laptop. And the Canada Post tracker *still* lists it as having not moved since three o'clock yesterday afternoon. I should just stop looking at trackers. I should. But every single time...