sadnomail.
I came home from work today, and there was no mail in my mailbox. This is the third normal delivery day in the last week or so that I came home to no mail. I haven’t had this many days with no mail in about a year. I always get something. Magazines, bills, advertisements, bills, junk mail, bills, strange things I’ve ordered online. Something. I’m even waiting on a DVD I ordered over a month ago (I’m having a heck of a time getting a satisfactory response from their customer service, though I have had SOME response), but it still isn’t here. I get home before the cutoff of the postal day though, so when I came home from the movies just now (I went out right after getting home from work), I checked again.
sadnomail.
That’s what I found myself saying. “sadnomail.” Over and over again to myself. So I booted up the computer and checked the email. I heard the computer check my mail while I was getting loose change out of my pockets in the next room; the chime said there was new mail. I came back to see. No mail from people. A couple of SPAM-like newsletters I’ve signed myself up for to make it seem like I ever get email, both of which I saw at work already. sadnomail.
🙁
Maybe not as sad as when I get mail from my friends telling me I hate myself.
Maybe not as sad as when I get mail from my friends telling me I hate myself.
Maybe not as sad as when I get mail from my friends telling me I hate myself.
Maybe not as sad as when I get mail from my friends telling me I hate myself.
Or worse, when you get mail from yourself telling you you hate yourself, and you don’t remember ever sending it.
That never happened, of course… I’m just speaking hypothetically.
Or worse, when you get mail from yourself telling you you hate yourself, and you don’t remember ever sending it.
That never happened, of course… I’m just speaking hypothetically.
Or worse, when you get mail from yourself telling you you hate yourself, and you don’t remember ever sending it.
That never happened, of course… I’m just speaking hypothetically.