Tonight it was almost hilarious: instant messaging with barlow_girl from my Sidekick until a phone call from John came through, then switching over to the iBook because the Sidekick wouldn't reconnect to AIM. Meanwhile, I'm trying to program two TiVos with one remote, forget that my conversation with Amy is on the iBook rather than Sidekick, and in the midst of rejoining her, the phone rings again. This entire scene is, of course, punctuated by regular email notification sounds, because LiveJournal has decided to annoy me in the present with emailed comments from the past. Oh, and did I mention that during all of this, I am also trying to put my living room back together because I cleaned it yesterday, a process that involved moving all of the furniture and other items into the dining/kitchen area?
(By the way, another outdated LJ comment hit my Sidekick's inbox while I was typing the last sentence.)
So unfocused would be a gross understatement for my mental state. All is well, really—I'm just drinking from the firehose of information and trying to respond to entirely too much.