joke's on me

So I was just sitting here reading Maiko's blog and thinking – wishing really – that someone would send me an email. A personal note. Some kind of proof that at this moment, out there, somewhere, someone is thinking about me. Isn't that what we all want. Reassurance that we are not (and will not be) forgotten.

Then I flip back to email to check if someone – anyone – has emailed me. OH! OH! OH! The thinking bar is flashing blue, a message is coming through. What could it be? Who is it from?

junk mail

So the joke is on me. I was being greedy. I have my lovers. They don't have to tell me. I just know who they are.