From e’s mailbag
In my experience, the worst part about vacations is cleaning up when you get home. I mean cleaning one’s living space from the explosive rush of packing; cleaning out one’s email inbox of all the cruft that arrived while one was away; and cleaning up the accumulated debt on one’s credit cards. But there are occasional laughs, like when people get your name confused for someone else’s name:
Is this Erigami from [Some highschool in the US]? I hope it is. Well. My name is [deleted] and I also attend [Some highschool in the US]. The reason I’m writing is because I’ve heard many good things about you. I’ve heard you have quite an amazing voice. I really want to hear you sing. Do you have any recordings at all? If you do. I want to know how I can get one. Thank you.
I would send my secret admirer a copy of “Erigami Sings the Green Party Hits” or “MiniPosts Mean She Loves You,” but my singing voice sounds like an asthmatic being tortured, so I won’t subject him to that.
