Deferred Gratification
It's here! FedEx brought my shiny (well, matte-finish) new computer to my office at 9:00 this morning.
I've taken it out of its box, and I've plugged it in. I'm scared to turn it on because, you know, I'm at work and all, and it would be kind of obvious, because it's this large, sleek, black, gorgeous thing with big honkin' stereo speakers and everyone would know.
As one slash character said to another, my god it's huge. The screen is ginormous and soooo shiny! The deck is lovely and smooth and silvery. I have this little whirring ball of anticipation in the center of my chest. Shut up. It is totally not the same as all that different from distinguishable from lust. The salivation is only because I'm hungry.
I've taken it out of its box, and I've plugged it in. I'm scared to turn it on because, you know, I'm at work and all, and it would be kind of obvious, because it's this large, sleek, black, gorgeous thing with big honkin' stereo speakers and everyone would know.
As one slash character said to another, my god it's huge. The screen is ginormous and soooo shiny! The deck is lovely and smooth and silvery. I have this little whirring ball of anticipation in the center of my chest. Shut up. It is totally not the same as all that different from distinguishable from lust. The salivation is only because I'm hungry.