I haven't read Cat's Creadle for many, many years, but I can find no better expression to suit my current state than that which I've used as the title here. As [link] describes, "'Busy, busy, busy' is what a Bokononist whispers 'whenever [he] thinks about how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.'"

Today, I received a new laptop, which my mother bought for me on Wednesday. For the first hour and ahalf or so, I struggled with theying to get the wireless security password, and ended up calling Rogers for it. It ended up that it was something I'd already tried out. What the crap? How does that work?

Anyway, I have an exam and an overview and annotated bibliography for an essay due tomorrow. Until 11 p.m. last night, I was fretting like mad over how I could hope to finish them without a laptop (the people at Staples/Business Depot were busy installing the system and basic applications on it, and I didn't know what day they'd be done). Now, I have a laptop, and can work on it here, at home.

If this weren't enough, an opera singer just moved in upstairs. I kid you not - a full-blown opera singer with a double set of vocal chords and extra lung length. She says she may be able to help publicise my compositions.

So again, I say: Busy, busy, busy!