MCA #5, Sunday Afternoon

Sarah hadn't checked her mail in a while. Just hadn't really felt like it. There was never anything good in there anyway. It took the deep, all-encompassing boredom of a wintery Sunday afternoon for her to finally – sighing, of course – shift the small mountain of mail onto her kitchen table and start shifting through it.

Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, SPA notice on new rules, junk mail, bills, junk mail, junk mail junk junk mail junk mail ––

"Oh, bollocks."

Invitation to a reunion. Ugh. See? Nothing good.

[ooc: Open, yes.]