More post-as-letters, because that's what this kind of calls for.

[active_apathy]

Dear fifth glass of merlot,

you're mine. All mine. Resistance is futile (and really hard to clean up after, so please don't). Your tasteful essence, antioxidants, soft tannins, beautiful colour and 14.5% alcohol by volume shall be consumed 'ere the night is done, as will your brethren still in the bottle.

Bwahahaha, et cetera.

Yours drinkingly,
active_apathy



Dear man on escalator,

you probably think that ripped jeans are perennially fashionable. For some, they are. This, however, applies to specific kinds of tears.

When your jeans are torn in close proximity to the gluteal region, they're most definitely not fashionable.

Even so, I'll happily ignore your sartorial problems if you'll do one of two things: please, for the love of sunshine and rainbows and hugs and puppies and kitties and all things else, either (a) invest in some kind of sewing kit, or (b) wear underwear.

Scarred for life,
active_apathy



Dear retailers,

when installing a new point of sale system, favour the fuller form 'point of sale' on all notices visible to potential customers. A sign announcing the impending arrival of a new 'POS system' doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

Yours helpfully,
active_apathy



Dear government-owned public transport monopoly,

the number of people waiting for buses who secretly think "hey, if only I could be listening to The Barber of Seville right. now."?

Probably fewer than you think.

Yours adverbially,
active_apathy



Dear sixth glass of merlot,

you've made the bottle embarrasingly empty, but I'm probably not going to hold it against you.

Yours happily,
active_apathy

Comments

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

Dear Linda,

Unfortunately, today's music was nonexistent due to me not recharging the portable music playing device in question. At present, however, I am listening to Missy Higgins. If this does not meet with your approval, you are welcome to come down here and attempt to get me to change it in person. (If it does meet with your approval, you could always come down here and listen to it with me.)

As for the sleep issue, it was not so much a matter of the time at which I adjourned to bed (10.20 PM), nor yet the time at which I stopped blathering on about The X Files and actually started attempting to sleep (midnight), but rather a matter of not being able to fall asleep when I actually tried to. Sadly, modifications to my bedtime routine (such as not blathering on about The X Files until midnight) rarely correct the problem; sleep comes when it will, not when I need it. I am considering valerian tablets, but will have to wait until I have somewhat more than the grand sum of ninety cents.

Love,
Lauren

P.S. Fortunately, sleeplessness did not prevent me from doing my job accurately and well today. Unfortunately, when one co-worker jokingly suggested that I wasn't having enough sex... let's just say that she claimed my response was TMI, rather than the self-defensive and non-specific statement that it actually was.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Dear Lauren,

forgetting to recharge portable music playing devices can be ill news indeed. I mostly recharge mine by accident; the lowest I've seen it is at about two hours left.

Sometimes I seem to have the opposite sleep issue - occasionally, sleep comes whether I will it or no, without apparent cause nor warning. I'll be happily minding my own business, and then the pressing need for a nap comes unbidden. Perhaps we could arrange some kind of exchange, leaving us each with more sensible sleep patterns.

For now, though, I have productive LJ-things to be doing. Hopefully, there'll be some community stuff sorted out before I stagger to bed, um, this morning.

Love,
Linda

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

Dear Linda,

Accident? As in, 'whoops, I slipped and fell on the recharging cord'?

A sleep exchange would be great. The one night recently that I slept right through and felt good when I woke up, my team leader at work had insomnia, which just goes to show that there is not enough sleep for everyone.

Huzzah for productive thingys!

Love,
Lauren

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Dear Lauren,

Accident as in "oh, that charges it, doesn't it. You'd think I'd remember that by now."

Shiny. All that we need is to find some vessel capable of carrying sleep.

So far, huzzah for spending copious amounts of time with Photoshop. But, there will be productivity. Soon-ish.

Love,
Linda