Don’t get me wrong, I love e-mail. It allows me to stay a hermit without actually seeming like one, which really cuts down on the daily inconvenience of putting pants on. Having said that, I, for some reason, find it depressing to come to work and find an average of 30 unread messages to go through. That means I’m guaranteed at least an hour of concentrated effort in which I could otherwise be putting the finishing touches on my plans for world domination. Oh, but I’ve already said too much…