I just did something depressing.

I’m not the world’s most organized person. (Yes, I know I’m stating the obvious.) In my email I have a couple of folders for storing certain kinds of messages. The “InfoDump” folder, for instance, contains lots of useful tidbits of data… friends’ addresses, login information, that sort of thing.

And then there’s “Pending.” The point of that folder is, presumably, for me to place messages I can’t deal with Right This Minute but want to get to Real Soon Now.

I hadn’t looked in that folder for months until today. Oh, man. There’s a litany of people who have been expecting something back from me since, oh, last year. Damn. Chores undone. Whoops.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.

I’m down to a dozen messages, now. These are what I deem at least remotely possible to get done and still have the doing mean anything. This doesn’t mean most (or any) of them will get done, mind you.

Great heavens above, but I’m a loser. In the terribly unlikely event that anyone who was expecting something from me in the last two years cares to come and read this: I’m very, very sorry.

Argh.