Slence...
I have nothing to say today.
So I will say nothing.
And that says it all I think.
"Hello...
I opened it. Ripped back the thin tape from the course envelope, and pulled the letter out with my fingers. It was only half a sheet, lined paper. Thank God.
"Not." That is what I am telling myself with finality about once an hour right now.
Now this was an interesting turn of events. By this I mean, the letter I found on the thick "Welcome" mat that sits below my post box. Thick, spiky, and brown, (the welcome mat not the letter) it's definatly not so welcome as it used to be. I grabbed it from a market stall three years ago on the cheap. The dyed letters had come out wrong, and said something more akin to "Hell come" then Welcome. Typical. AND it catches on the door every time I open it, which is irritating to the extreme. But, like I said, it was not expensive.
I just decided, I don't care. So there! Ha!!!
Well, so, I finally did it. And now I feel like a fool. An idiot. What did I go and do that for?
"Hello...