Yesterday, when promising La Belette Rouge that I would e-mail her my Catcher in the Rye sequel if she wanted, I wondered how my neglected e-mail account was doing. I do have a note on this page saying that I don't check my e-mails unless I am actually expecting my e-mail, yet I seem to be consistantly receiving mail from those who supposedly read the blog.
Anyway, so I did a little bit of a spring-clean in there: unsuscribed to a few newsletter I can't remember subscribing to, and politely apologised to people who e-mailed be almost a month ago including some people with very silly names. I know it's stupid, but I can't stand the idea of someone who doesn't know me thinking I'm rude - although I don't mind my friends knowing that I'm a bitch.
I was pleasantly surprised to have received a handful of random invitations - apparently I could have been on the guestlist to the Absolut Vodka party that disneyrollergirl attended. Cool, or what?
And then there's this other, very committed employee of a website who has persisted in keeping up a one-sided conversation following my reply that the site looked interesting. I think she might actually read this blog - hi Paige if you're out there! A few weeks ago I posted some links out of sympathy, I think that was one of them. But if it wasn't here it is: storeadore.com. Isn't that fan-bloody-tastic?!?
Isn't it wonderful what a wealth of stuff you can find wherever you look? I don't know if I just have a thing for organising, but dusting my inbox was particularly satisfactory in the same way as organising my bedroom, or a library. OK, I'll confess - I've gone from alphabetising my house's book system to volunteering at the local library. It's for an award that I'm completing, but still, I'm a little disturbed by how much I enjoyed putting returned books on shelves for an hour.