Friday, March 18, 2005

Postroom

Gone to pick up mail that may or not be there. I hope there is at least one piece. One person that remembers me. Most likely a bank statement.

"Isn't funny how you went to a funeral yesterday, and today I'm going to Bury."

Its not what you want to hear at the postroom. Especially when you dont get any mail in return. Another day, another disapointment. It is wrong to send mail to yourself, when it makes you feel better? Just for a little while.

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