So I continued with my happy mailings today. Happy because they lull me into this half comatose stage where I don’t really realize where I am or what I’m doing until I’ve run out of stamps. I love looking through the names and addresses of the recipients. New York, Missouri, Georgia, California, California, and sometimes more fun ones like Hawaii! I considered slipping myself into the mail going to Hawaii. A lucky recipient may have gotten me! Destination: Hawaii. Where exactly? I don’t really care. Hello there!
Sadly I remained behind, sitting on my conference room chair in a state of mild boredom.
I feel like I’m playing God with mailings. Sorry, Connie, but you’re not getting one. You’re too stupid to put your state or zip code. Hello, Harry. P.O. Box? Really? Fine, if that’s the way you want it.
The best is when I find addresses I know and wonder who the person is. I’m such a worldly person 
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