traffic and the universe

I got home before six today. This is quite a feat, considering that I sat in traffic for three hours yesterday. Well, not the whole time. I did stop at the mall because it was the closest thing and I knew that if I didn’t find a bathroom immediately, I would have to just get out of the car and squat right there on JTB. Needless to say, I chose the worst possible place to go, Barnes and Noble. So, inevitably, I hung out for a while and drooled at the smooth, colorful covers of books I desperately wanted but couldn’t buy. My mood was better when I got back into the car, but I still had another hour to go in the car, little did I know. I was literally homicidal by the time I got home, so if you called and I didn’t answer or call back, sorry, I just didn’t want to subject you to my horrible mood.

Today, I checked the mail. I never check the mail. I don’t really have much need to. I know I owe people money, and they will get it when I have it. But, I digress. I checked the mail and it was stuffed full of coupons and stuff that was for the people who lived here before and then there was a very thick envelope with bright red letters. It was THE letter. I got it back. Insufficient postage. LBG must not have thought that a letter bearing my soul would cost so much to mail. But alas, it has returned. A sign?

There are good things and bad about getting this letter back.

Good:
He didn’t read it.
Proves that, when saying what he said, he was not reacting to anything I said first.
It is back in my possession, so that I can do what I want with it.

Bad:
He didn’t read it.
LBG will probably come over here and steal it now (unless it mysteriously disappears)
With its return, it brought the same stress. AGAIN.

That’s right, folks, I have said nothing. Nothing. More than anything now, I want to stick it back in the mail and hope it gets there tomorrow. Just to avoid never saying it. Seeing as I keep getting all of these reasons that I am not insane in writing it in the first place. But I just want it to already be over.

Seriously, what are the odds that something like this could happen? Is the universe trying to tell me not to mail it? Is it trying to tell me not to let LBG mail it? Trying to tell me that I don’t NEED to mail it? WTF? Seriously.