Neither rain nor snow shall stay these messengers from their appointed rounds.

[channonyarrow]

It took a long time to realise that I hate real mail, phone calls, and unexpected emails for a reason, and more to the point what that reason is.

It's that I have no idea what's inside of the letter (or phone call). Is someone going to tell me that they hate me? That they were lying about wanting to speak to me?

Surprisingly, at least from the standpoint of civilised behaviour, I'm not claiming complete innocence here, that has happened more than once but less than ten times.

Ordinary bad news, I can handle. Another bill, even if unexpected, is just another way of keeping me and money geographically divergent. But personal hatred and/or rejection is impossible. Consequently, a lot of emails and letters sit, unopened, in my inbox, sometimes for weeks, with me staring at them, waiting for them to explode into life and tell me that I am horrible.

The definition of pessimism: Your horrible fantasies come true more than once.

Yeah, it's neurotic.

Someone around here should do something entertaining so that I have something else to talk about...

Also, am considering changing the Remus pb in HG to Denis Leary. graeae, pollyjuiceboy, any suggestions? Anyone else?