January 2009
I have this love/hate relationship with email...
… you see.
Due to little antisocial gremlins that come to visit every once in a while (ok, quite often really), I’ve been avoiding my inbox for the past 3 days.
STOOPID.
Now I’ve got something like 90 emails to respond to. I’ll be here all night, folks!
And.. I’m sorry. You know I love you… xx
Actually, make that around 150… oyy…
So, it would be nice to be told...
… by my landlord that someone was coming to fix the reticulation so I didn’t do something like wander into the loungeroom naked to be confronted by a man with a shovel standing at the window…
Why does this always happen to me?