I told myself I’d stop doing it. Just quit. No more. No mas. Zip. Zilch. Not even one.
There I was, doing it again. Sure, I was up early. Had all good intentions. Then…
Shit. Just. Happens.
I emailed myself.
Another goddamn email I won’t read. Another email I don’t have time to read. Another email I will move to that folder. Another. Another. Another.
Why’d I do it?
I blamed it on lack of sleep. I said it’d be only one more. I told me it couldn’t hurt.
Then whammity fuckin’ wham. I brazenly informed me that, “Hey fuckwit, you created an email folder that is titled ‘ME’ not because you’re a narcissist, but you’ve sent to many emails to yourself and you can’t keep up.”
That’s a lot to say from me to me. But I was right. I have sent one two hundred many emails to me. I should delete some. Or I should just block me from emailing me. Or I should just read the goddamn article and not even send it. Unless it’s a really good one. Like the ones I’ve sent. They were all really good.
Damn, I should go and read those.