through dark of night

My ass. Some people don’t realize, but when you live alone, have few friends and generally aren’t much of a social person, getting (snail) mail is about the only exciting thing you get during the day. For a long while I would miss the mailman by at least a few hours, now it’s almost 6pm and he hasn’t showed up yet. Admittedly if I wasn’t desperately waiting for my X-Men DVD I would not be grumbling like this. Ok, I can see his truck. All should be well with the world.

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