Thankfully, something good happened today. My lovely purple alien has finally boarded a truck in Miami to slowly make its way north. (Remember when I said it would be here by today? They lied.) 132 pounds of computer goodness should be here Wednesday. I'll be crossing my fingers.
In bad news, I am ready to slice my ear off. Seriously. I wish I can say I am being overdramatic when I claim that I am going nuts, but I am. When the sound of waves crashing and constant unpleasant tones are bombarding your ear, louder than your own brain... it's maddening. Still not sleeping right. Doubt I will until my surgery - which I have definetely decided to go through with. I can't live like this. Either give me my ears back, or turn then off altogether. I'd rather hear nothing.
May next week be better. *looks up high*