The Shattered Prayer

Last night I dreamed I went home. Home? you ask. Yes, well, I have no idea where it is either. In my dreams I guess. It felt warm and comfortable and welcoming. It was humble, but it was a roof. There were neighbors, and cats, and trees. And one giant cat in a giant tree who guarded the place. But dreams are like that.

I was cleaning out my email last night. I think I’m the only person in the world who has managed to use well over 50% of my gmail account. I started at the earliest emails and worked my way forward, then realised as I got closer and closer to the date of Hurricane K, my anxiety was rising. I couldn’t face those emails. R the P: Would you please get out of there! Me: I’m trying!

That sort of thing.

So I quit the gmail cleaning after deleting nearly two thousand mails, leaving my gmail account only 45% full. For anyone who is wondering how many emails it takes to top the 50% mark, around 13K. Obviously, I’m a gmail packrat.

Of course, gmail is so proud of the ‘never delete another email again’ angle, that you tend to believe them, and never delete. Then when you get past the 50% mark, you start thinking, “gimme more space, you bastards”. And they do give you more space, but only one byte at a time, and you start doing some calculations and you realise you’re getting emails at a lot faster rate than they’re doling out those ickle bites. So you’re forced into the hideous task of cleansing your email of old, unwanted mails.

Well in some recent comments I mentioned that I knew how to say “caterpillar” in several different languages, and that one day I’d post the picture explaining why. So I’m posting the picture today, but I’m afraid it really doesn’t explain much after all. So why don’t the rest of you just make up a story to go with this picture.

Better days.

I thought I’d try to find a frozen blender concoction to go with the caterpillar theme, so I googled the term “caterpillar cocktail”. Then I realised what a ridiculous term I was googling. I mean… caterpillar cocktail? What’s even more ridiculous is that I got 294K results for it. And none of them seem to be delicious frozen blender concoctions.

Into the blender today: Lack of a good drink named after a caterpillar, feeling ungrounded and homeless, and the limited space of a gmail account.

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