My brother's email server went down last night, probably something to do with all those storms blowing in from way out west. And I can't check my email every three seconds as usual, which makes me itchy and nervous. It looks like the server's back up now--at least I can get to the login page--but I still can't get my email and WHAT IF THERE'S AN IMPORTANT EMAIL IN BETWEEN ALL THE SPAMS??
There won't be, of course. It always works that way. If I was in charge of Schroedinger's cat, I'd be dithering over the box thinking about collapsing waveforms of possibilities, and the cat would saunter in from the next room, because I'd forgotten to put him in the box after all. That's my life, right there.
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