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This sofa’s starting to feel more familiar than my own bed. That can only be a bad sign, but it’s a hell of a lot better than sleeping upstairs with the dragon.
I’ve switched off push notifications for email on my phone. Every time the thing buzzed it nearly gave me a heart attack. Of course, it was always spam or a newsletter from a company I once bought a pen from eight years ago.
I need to regain some control, so now I only check my emails manually. I’m being extra cautious, but by now I’m pretty sure my emails aren’t being monitored. Plus, it’s probably illegal. I’m not naïve enough to think that these things don’t go on, but I’ve got to draw the line somewhere or the paranoia will finish me.
I open the Mail app on my phone and five messages ping through. That’s just from t
