Snail Mail

There is one thing that I don't like so much about the Age of the Internet. That is the lack of physical mail we get.

I always get so excited whenever I get a piece of mail. Even if it's a bank statement. And I know that that sounds weird, and that I probably wouldn't get excited if I got mail all the time, but still...

When I know that there is something in the mail being sent to me, I get even more excited.

So imagine my excitement for the past week and a half, knowing that my copy of the Chameleon Circuit album is on its way to my house.

Everyday for the past few days, because I have been home as I didn't have any exams, every time the post man has come, I would wait until he was out of sight, and then run like mad to the post box.

And every day, I have been disappointed to find letters and packages for everyone else in my house except me.

Today I got home from my exam at about quarter past twelve. I checked the post box through the little slit in the top, only saw a junk mail leaflet thing, so decided I would empty it later. Nothing. Again.

But when I went back half an hour later to empty it properly, THERE IT WAS. A little packet with my name on it. I pulled everything out, ran upstairs and ripped it open.

And now I am the very proud owner of a Chameleon Circuit album, as well as a CHAMELEON CIRCUIT PIN BADGE, which for some reason excited me nearly as much as the CD itself.

I don't know why I am telling you this. I think it's just a way of wasting time so that I can listen to it whilst I type before I have to go and revise.

And Rachel, I don't know if you like Chameleon Circuit, but if you want to borrow it, you can :)

Now I'm off to admire it some more.

I am such a loser.