This day is killing me.
It reminds me of being a teenager and hoping my ne’er do well boyfriend would call me.
I’ve got several correspondences outstanding. I think I’ve hit the ‘Get Mail’ button about twelve thousand times.
On a related note, the people at Prevention dot com and Amazon dot com can bite me.
They clearly have no idea how horrible it is to hear the incoming-mail ding, only to receive their loveless dictates on what I should be eating and reading.