Coffee Next Week?

I live in communication overload. I speak to my friend Sophie on gmail for every waking minute that I am on my computer. She has even great flexibility as she can contact me online with her iphone. This is one piece of communication I still don’t have. I have a Blackberry, but I am too cheap to have internet capabilities. I have an appointment with Apple this week. The situation will be rectified.

My brother just called me to tell me that my mother may be not be well. He didn’t really have the details and this sent me into a panic. I wanted to know more but he didn’t have any further information. He told me to google it. I did. Wikipedia helped me learn about my mother’s condition. I texted mum and told her to call me. Then my friend called me, just as I had sent the text to mum – I was in a bit of a state! He said I emailed you through the documents to sign. I said I would print them and get them to him asap. Surely that will not involve a post stamp… let’s go all out and get the pigeons onto it! Then I got into a gmail chat with a friend in the USA so he asked me to Skype him. So naturally I did. Then I emailed my lecturer for an extension because my friend was a witness in a murder trial and she emailed back to grant wish. And then I came back to my assignment and in a fit of procrastination I thought I would write this and post it on my blog. Oh and I just texted a friend for validation. I have been stalking like crazy on Facebook but I am proud to say that I don’t have a Twitter account. I did. But I thought that was too much on the communication front. In my stalking capabilities I commented on a friend’s wall and then he called me and I freaked out as I didn’t recognise the number. No wonder I can’t concentrate on my Property and Land Rights assignment I have the world chatting to me in one ear and consciousness falling out the other side. But if you gmail chat me, skype me, poke me, blow me, text me I will be there with bells on but be damned if I could have the foresight to arrange a one-on-one coffee.

I clearly don’t have time to see you in person. It would be… too personal and I might blush.