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Thursday, April 14, 2005
The Hormonal Overload Will Stop Soon, I Promise Dear Shirley's Heart, Calm the heck down. You are waaaaay too emotional right now and you need to stop this nonsense before it gets out of hand (again). I mean, who cries over e-mail? For goodness sake it's just e-mail! Yes, I know that you love Outlook Express and its fancy foldering system and how it just looks so darn professional, and yes, how you never ever have to delete another e-mail again ever (unless you want to of course) but it's not the be-all and end-all of...well, anything. There are other e-mail thingies out there. It's totally okay that you don't know what POP3 and SMTP mean, many people don't. It's okay that you don't have an Arts Council e-mail address anymore (it's okay that you're not on Arts Council next year too!). It's okay that your new e-mail address sounds funny and makes it seem as though you just married (or just got hired by) your friend Fraser (thank god it makes you laugh - can we please get more laughter around here? even the obnoxious stuff will do). It's okay that he's still mad at you. It's okay that he won't be the one to reconfigure everything, it's okay that he's the one cutting you off (makes sense, no?). It's okay that you can't find someone else to fill in all the blanks for you because you can figure it out yourself. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Geez, who knew you could get so attached to e-mail? Stop moping (and please, stop the crying girl!), things are/will be just fine. Love, Your Brain PS: Be a sweetie and don't try to pull that PMS card on me, it just won't work. |
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