I like to watch the mailman through the peephole. I race to the door when I hear him open the mail boxes and watch. I try to see if any mail is put into our box, but the silly peephole makes everything look tiny and far away. So... this accomplishes nothing. I'm just a creeper I guess.
I love the mailman.
Today he delivered some Dinosaur Porn. Gorgeous book! I flipped through and read some of the shorter pieces (of course). I love the cover, the paper, the eclectic work within, the unusual theme, the content warning at the beginning, the humour, and one poem in particular... ;)
The mailman also delivered an acceptance letter for the sheet metal foundations course! I guess that's what I'll take, as it beat the race against the electrical foundations acceptance letter that is no doubt on its way :D School starts in September, and donations* are welcome, nay, fully encouraged. I can find your excess monies a fine loving home, honest!
Dear mailman: please deliver my T4 and the letter I need in order to download benefits claim forms. Seriously. Don't fail me on this. I need all resulting cash. Now. No, yesterday. Or just soon.
Soon, all plans will be in motion.
*All donations will be accidentally spent on an all-inclusive to Mexico.