Conflicted over something even stupider than usual
Ok, I'm a big dork. No, I mean an even bigger dork than I usually let on.
I've saved all my email since I got on the internet back in '97. (Except for virii, which I deleted, because even I'm not dumb enough to save those.)
The problem? My internet provider has recently set up this web-based spam filter thing, so spam doesn't end up in my mailbox unless I release it from the filter. So far, the filter is doing a good job and hasn't caught anything I actually wanted to see. The problem is that stuff gets deleted out of the filter in a week unless I send it on through. So I'm torn on whether or not I want my spam. I mean, I wish spammers would all be sent to a very special level of hell (if hell doesn't exist, which would fit with my religious beliefs just fine, then I think we should create a reasonable facsimile thereof just for the spammers and put them there) and I don't want to get any spam at all, but since I do, I've been saving it. Since 1997. So now I don't know what to do. Bah. This sucks.
In other news, I've had more dreams about Sean. Last night, I dreamed he had some weird medical problem and I had to protect him or something. It didn't really make any sense, and I think I went rock climbing. Possibly while drunk. My subconscious is an odd place.
I should sleep, but my sleep schedule is all of the fuckedupness, and I have the Adventures of Pete and Pete song stuck in my head. Not that the second thing really has much to do with me getting to sleep.
I've saved all my email since I got on the internet back in '97. (Except for virii, which I deleted, because even I'm not dumb enough to save those.)
The problem? My internet provider has recently set up this web-based spam filter thing, so spam doesn't end up in my mailbox unless I release it from the filter. So far, the filter is doing a good job and hasn't caught anything I actually wanted to see. The problem is that stuff gets deleted out of the filter in a week unless I send it on through. So I'm torn on whether or not I want my spam. I mean, I wish spammers would all be sent to a very special level of hell (if hell doesn't exist, which would fit with my religious beliefs just fine, then I think we should create a reasonable facsimile thereof just for the spammers and put them there) and I don't want to get any spam at all, but since I do, I've been saving it. Since 1997. So now I don't know what to do. Bah. This sucks.
In other news, I've had more dreams about Sean. Last night, I dreamed he had some weird medical problem and I had to protect him or something. It didn't really make any sense, and I think I went rock climbing. Possibly while drunk. My subconscious is an odd place.
I should sleep, but my sleep schedule is all of the fuckedupness, and I have the Adventures of Pete and Pete song stuck in my head. Not that the second thing really has much to do with me getting to sleep.