The Peculiar Hell Of The Constant Refresh
I’m taking a break from email. I’m not checking it anymore at all, or maybe once a day because I’m plain sick of hoping for some magic to show up and finding nothing but ads for brides from overseas or men to “go all night” — neither of which I am in the market for. I’m sick of the spam, but I’m sick, too, of the people who don’t reply. Agents who say nothing back, not even the courtesy to say “no thanks” — just nothing — and I — like a pathetic jackass keep hoping…
