I’ve received about 8,600 emails since the start of the semester — an average of more than 100 a day.
You know how many people actually need to contact me any given day? Probably ten or twenty.
My day is driven by emails. Like last Friday, I decided not to check it for a couple hours — missed something really important. Great.
Honestly CALL ME. If what you’re trying to tell me isn’t worth dialing my number, it’s probably not that important.
In a perfect world, I would just have a landline and a fax machine. I miss ‘92
Next week will be the seventh time I’ve moved in the last year (for some I counted each move in & out as two. The lines between the two can get kind of blurry). My mom recently moved out of the house I grew up in, so I officially have no permanent residence (how the hell am I going to renew my driver’s license?) I’ve been living out of a suitcase since December, moving from internship to internship with whatever I can take with me at the time.
Couches and beds now seem like a luxury. I’m good at sleeping on floors and taking advantage of free wifi. It has forced me to think about needs more than wants, which I suppose is a virtue.
Man cannot live on bread alone, but pop tarts seem to do the fucking job.