1. An invitation to coffee & a stroll from the law student at Polly's birthday, which has sat there since Thursday. This one's looking at me rather admonishingly from my inbox. I feel terrible about it, but the more terrible I feel, the more unable I am to write back. & I don't do coffee & a stroll on the first date.
2. An email containing one of the nicest compliments I've ever received. I just haven't figured out how to reply yet.
3. An evite to my good friend's baby's birthday. I RSVP-ed yes to her husband's birthday & then didn't show up, so now I feel like I've abused the RSVP button.
4. A note from my aunt saying my cousin might be coming to New York. Unanswered for two months & counting.
5. Various Friendster messages from well-meaning nerds.
6. In my outbox, a wee dispatch that's hoping for a reply.
I was hoping that by blogging about this I'd somehow feel less guilty about not replying to things, & of course it's only made me feel worse.
In sitemeter news, I like the way someone arrived here recently. (P.S. It's probably not a good idea.)
