I haven’t been able to check my email in about twelve days, and I get a lot of … automatic emails. What most people would consider SPAM. I like to know the prices of the products I’m interested in, so usually these emails are worth a quick look, and then I don’t have to actually visit online stores to find out about price drops. Of course, after the holidays I don’t have a lot of spending money, so I went through and deleted all the “Big Savings!” emails, and a few actual unsolicited SPAM messages, and read the two or three personal messages (Hi Sara, hi dad, hi mom, sorry to hear about Uncle Frank dying,) and there are still 33 messages remaining. Most of these are either Gaming News (I like to keep up on what’s going on in the video games industry, even if I can’t afford to play) or online comics I have mailed to me (so that even if I forget to go to a site, I still see the comics I want to see). Ooh, and it looks like my Discover Card (sponsor of this years ball-drop in Times Square) statement is available.
Still, there was something else I was hoping to see.
I don’t actually feel bad that it isn’t there. Yet. Maybe later I will. Right now though, it’s kinda just … like Saturday was a dream of some kind. Like it never really happened. Then I reach up and touch my head … and … I know something happened.
I suppose if I haven’t learned anything new by Friday afternoon, I’ll write another letter this weekend, to be sent out with some sort of confirmation or return receipt. Of course, if I do learn something new on the matter, if something new comes into my inbox that is, I think I’ll let you know. Because now some of you get to see if your patience is as long as mine. I just hope it doesn’t have to be.