Mwahahaha! I am Sentfrom, God of Email!
And you know what’s even more pathetic? I’ve been waiting for months to say that and link to that comic. 🙂 It’s just so fitting.
I just replied to over 90 emails. True, I only had 86 piled up, but then people kept replying to my replies… again… and again… and again… I think I’ve sent well over 100 emails this afternoon. But I’m in bliss – yes, bliss, despite the fact that my back hurts like heck and the triumphant “Queen of the Empty Inbox” happy dance was more of a relaxed, barely moving jig – now that my inbox is entirely empty after a long, dark period of over-stuffedness. It was a true state of apostasy; each morning as I was barely awake I’d sign on to look for an email from someone, and instead I was met with a huge window of nothing but emails. I’d scroll past the messages, wincing as it took ever longer to scroll to the bottom. I came, I replied, I conquered! Bow before Sentfrom! 🙂 Hehehe.
And yes, another side effect of spending five straight hours replying to emails and having to be perky – I’ve gone a wee bit loopy.
So the play revue thing was last night. I sang my little song and it went really well. Someone videotaped it and I’m going to get a copy – maybe I can put the audio on the computer and upload an MP3 of me singing. Wouldn’t that be funny? Even more so since my voice was all deep and bluesy and I very rarely speak like that. I *try* to speak like that but I end up getting all giddy and loopy and it goes all perky again. Sigh.
My back is killing me.
Now I think I have to update the Daily Prophet, but I think I should get up and stretch before I try that. I need to try that victory dance again and maybe actually dance this time.
Hehe, I’m *so* glad I don’t have a webcam hooked up on Email Answering Day. I’ve been singing along to John Lithgow and Duke Ellington, belting my heart out as I write back to little kiddies who want to be columnists. I’m sure I looked positively ridiculous. Sounded good, though… mwahahaha.
I think I should quit now. I’ve gone over far too deep into the dark side of loopiness.