My computer is now gone. In a box somewhere. Hopefully being sent to the Sony people and fixed. Hopefully. Since my computer has been gone, I have had to find other things to do with my time, since my siblings are approaching finals week, and therefore have much more legitimate reasons to use the family computer than I do. (Who says checking weblogs, posting at the Torey Hayden Bulletin Board, playing online games, and compulsively checking the weather are not good uses of my time?!)

Instead of sitting on my butt on my computer chair, I now lie on my back on my bed reading. A real improvement. Especially since I'm reading a Chick Lit book called Mr. Maybe. You can just tell from the title, and the fact that the cover contains a nearly naked man and two pairs of boxer shorts, that it is a deep and thought provoking book...

But I have worked some (alphabetizing and photocopying camper health forms, and cutting out die-cut bears and balloons because the die-cut machine didn't punch through the paper all the way. Always fulfilling work). And I babysat some. So I'm not being entirely unproductive with my life. Just mostly unproductive.