3821
emails. Popular I am? Hit on something
hot, did I?
No. Two thousand or
so are from Facebook telling me it's someone's birthday and reminds me I took
no action. A few hundred are advertising
I never read, but may do so someday when I feel like. Several hundred more are unknown notes from
who knows.
Will my email
program run better if I clean it out? I have my emails from day one of computers,
from the beginning of time. Many are
reminders of other things that I clicked on, so they are not bold and appear
that I read them, but never did.
You know, I don't
know if these are 3821 emails or pages of emails. I am waiting for the secretary that I don't
have to clean this stuff out. M. says
there is a button I can push to delete emails.
This is like Mel Brooks History Of The World Part One. The government can keep occupied checking my emails to see what kind of guy I
really am.
These are bits of
information that are circling above the earth and keep the rotation in a
wobble. That's good. I think the wobble is important; otherwise
every day would be the same.
Coming soon: A look into my sock drawer.
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