N~space

This afternoon I finally got out the docking station and monitor for my work laptop and set it up as a proper computer, ergonomic keyboard and all, on my desk. It's embarrassing how long it's taken me to do this. I've had this monitor for ages--I seem to remember bringing it home on the tube the day after I met David (I was hungover and used the screen as an excuse to avoid going out for drinks again), and that was August 6th 2004, so I've had it, what, 21 months? A year and three quarters, that's how long it's taken me to take this thing out of its box. I mean, I owned my ipod for 4 months before I set it up, but this must be some kind of record. And I only really did it because I was sick of it taking up space under the desk.

But it's all set up now and everything's plugged in and it looks so good. And there's room now on my desk for a cup of coffee and some pens. Exciting! I am so happy. Although I usually do my writing writing by sitting on the floor with the laptop so I'm not sure how this new setup will fit in with that, but it's not like I glued it into the docking station or anything.

Anyway, so far I like it. So pretty! So set up like it should be!

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kymmz celebrated her 10-year journalversary on Friday, which means it was my 5-year one the same day. That doesn't mean much for me, what with the huge swathes of time with no entries at all, but it was also the 5-year anniversary of when I moved to London from Australia. 

It's 10:30 in the morning on a Sunday and I am in my study. I should be doing all my chores -- no, wait, that's not right. I could be doing all my chores, but this is my writing time and I feel at peace for giving myself this treat. 

It seems I start most weekends with big plans to spend the whole time immersed in my made-up world, but it ends up frittering away on chores, snuggles or nothing at all. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret the snuggles at all. They're what keeps our relationship strong and the best part of a weekend. But the rest? It's annoying. Especially the "nothing" bit. When I come into my study to do something -- even if it's tackling that big pile of crap in my To Do box - and instead loll about on the internet looking at nothing in particular. Not even anything useful like tourist sites! What a waste of time. Procrastination's always been a problem for me, and I keep on putting off doing anything about it. (har har.)

But right now, I'm in my study, the window's open letting in cool (not cold! cool!) damp air, relaxing music is playing and it feels pretty damn good. I'm even pleased I didn't put on the washing first. An hour's not going to make much difference and I'd rather keep what I'm doing now as the most important thing in my mind.

DO YOU HEAR ME, MIND? THE WASHING IS NOT IMPORTANT. Sheesh.