There is nothing I find more stressful than an over-full inbox. It weighs on me. I dream of the…
There is nothing I find more stressful than an over-full inbox. It weighs on me. I dream of the ever-growing inbox count and wake up each morning thinking about what needs to be read. It haunts me. I just need to clean this thing out tonight. I can’t sleep otherwise.
“I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that it had a…”
“I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,
but I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel!”
– Wasted Youth, by Meat Loaf.