There are some people who mail you every minute of the day then stop but you don’t miss them. There are some people who mail you irregularly but you know they still care. There are others who seem to mail everyone else but you when they are supposed to be your friends – yet when you meet up you get on really well. Why is that? Why do I care? Who knows. Did that even make sense?
Well, I’m off to drink – that always makes sense to me…