New Year, Whoop-dee-do

I took Friday off from work, so I had a 4-day weekend, during which I did little to nothing. I exchanged my duplicate gifts at Borders (yes, I heart Orlando Bloom, but that doesn't mean I need two copies of Pirates of the Caribbean) and bought the new Madonna CD, which everyone refused to buy me for Christmas (interesting thing I’ve discovered about my family—they’ll buy me stuff I want, but only if they “approve” of it. Apparently, Madge does not make the cut.). I watched all six hours of the Pride and Prejudice miniseries and Persuasion (yes, that is a lot of Jane Austen, but see number 17 of my last post). I had two anxiety dreams about the wedding (one of them was relating to stamp anxiety. This is just pathetic. If you are going to have anxiety dreams, at least make them good.). I sat around a lot. It was good.

Last night, I checked my email, and found that an ex-boyfriend (Mr. Ex) had emailed me. He had found out that I was getting married and he wanted to send his congratulations. I have been meaning to email him for ages and let him know, but I just had never gotten around to it (lazy lazy). He apparently found out because we are somehow connected on Amazon.com through our wish lists or something (I have a wedding wish list. Don’t look at it. It’s really kind of a joke.). It was nice of him to wish us well, but this does drive home how much the internet has changed things. Back in the day, one wouldn’t have Amazon to point out all sorts of personal facts about your exes (Wow, she’s getting married. And she still likes Joy Division.).