Monday

Back at work, I discover an enormous mountain of Brand New Stuff to do. A new client of ours will require their own special brand of attention (plus their own 200-title order form) and I have been chosen to provide said attention. Lucky me, eh? It is, however, nice to have a bit of a project to work on rather than picking at bits and pieces that are part of the usual cycle or are reluctant to ever really get done.

For most of the day though, I find myself excited about my new phone being delivered. I know it's unlikely to arrive today - having only ordered it last night - but O2 have gone and given me the DHL tracking number, which I am compulsively sticking into their tracking website, to see just how close the new toy I hadn't even thought about buying 24 hours ago is to being in my sweaty palms.

It is at times like this I am reminded of what a tech nerd I can be when I want to be - and how overexcited the prospect of new toys can make me. I read the 9-page HTC Desire review on Techcrunch, just to make sure that I know everything I need to know when it comes. I look up the best Android apps to download to replace my beloved iPhone ones (and hopefully avoiding rebuying the same apps again). Yes, it's all very exciting - though I'm just a little unsure that I've done the right thing, particularly when my iPhone-worshipping little brother calls me a "disgrace" on the phone, and when I learn that Angry Birds isn't available on Android yet.