Ever been in a situation where you know just enough about something to be dangerous, and then you are? That was me with my laptop this weekend. It started acting up on Thursday, got worse on Friday, and by Saturday morning I thought I knew what the problem was (which I kinda did) and made the disastrous decision to try to fix it myself. Yeah, well, in "fixing it myself," I accidentally uninstalled a little something needed to run my operating system and completely messed things up. After several hours of hitting many keys, a mini-tantrum and some tears, I sucked up my resistance to asking for help, and called my friend, Keith, who very nicely took on my laptop as his project for the entire weekend. So sweet of him, especially considering he was sick. It turns out there was a bunch of stuff wrong with my computer, not all my fault, but I definitely made things much worse than they needed to be. I'm finally back up and running. Thank you, Keith! I appreciate you not making me feel like a total dumbass for my faulty computing.

Not having a computer for a few days was kind of good, actually. Freeing, and I did enjoy. I got so many other things done around the house. Also, I thought of lots of stuff I want to blog about, which of course I've forgotten in this moment. I'm sure it will come to me.

I'm having a real problem with rambling on people's voice mails lately. I can't stop. I even had to rerecord a message to one of my friends, because I came to the end of my time and still hadn't wrapped up what I called to say, which was, "Sorry I didn't make it to meet up with everyone this morning." Somehow that one sentence turned into a two minute story. Thankfully, voice mail robot woman cut me off and generously gave me the option of starting over. The really bad part is that I'm fully aware that I'm doing it, yet I continue. Usually I even mention it in the middle of my message, and then go on, until I have to end things awkwardly because I've become so lost in my ramble, I don't know how to get out. I say, "I'm going to end this now" and hang up.

I'm skipping Nada Surf at the Moore tomorrow night, which is making me sad now. Wah. I always love their shows, but I'm budgeting for all the concerts I want to see during the next month, and since they're the opener for Guster, I figured I could miss this one. The choices we must make.

My horoscope for the month starts out with "You need something good to happen, and you need it fast. You have become tired of waiting for a really positive, happy month, especially because you haven't had one in a long time." Finally! Somebody gets it! And that somebody is Susan Miller at Astrology Zone. We'll see what happens. Go October!

Em and I saw the movie Keeping Mum tonight, which was entertaining and fun. I still haven't seen The Science of Sleep, and I can't wait, but sadly I think I am going to have to wait until sometime next week.

I had a real phone conversation with little Travie the other night! It was so bizarre but cool. I was talking to Mols, and he started grabbing at her cell, so she turned on the speaker phone to include him while he held on to the phone. I started talking to him directly, not expecting much. When I paused for a moment after asking how he was doing, he responded in baby gibberish. We kept that up for a good five minutes. He'd sit quietly, and then answer whatever I said in a language I couldn't understand. I loved it! Molly said he was sitting there with a very intent and serious expression on his face. I could picture it perfectly, his little eyebrows tucked down in concentration as he listened. When we started to chat about animal noises (The sheep goes baaaaaaa! Topics are limited with one year olds), he giggled into the phone. When I said yay, he laughed and clapped. While it's possible the whole thing was a fluke--can a one year old really understand how this works?--I have to say that it was probably the best phone conversation of my life.