My palm pilot is back!!!!!!! YAY YAY YAY!!!!! The sky is blue, the birds are singing, the weather is GREAT, and my palm pilot is back. Not even the fact that I am stuck inside all afternoon can kill my mood (it can make me very twitchy to want to go outside, but it can't kill my mood.)

However, I just want to share a little annoyance in my otherwise lovely day. When I go to a computer store, would it be possible, just once, to not be treated like a complete idiot? I mean, I know I am female. And I know the people at Compusa must have been told that all females are computer retarded. But when I can rattle off my laptop model number, why must the sales person assume that I am still clueless? Why must they assume that if they don't immediately recognize my model number, that I am OBVIOUSLY mistaken? And why, after showing them that my model does in fact exist, and yes, is rather obsecure for some strange reason, must they not apologize for assuming I am dumb, and STILL not give me any useful answers???? I understand these people are likely not paid top dollar, and I KNOW that I was the only female in that store today, but really, give me some credit. Us chicks occasionally know what we are talking about. Listen to us. For once.

Birds singing, sky blue. I'm busting out of here and playing softball. Woo!