E-mail has pretty much become the bane of my existence, an enormous and bottomless time sink. At this point, I couldn’t spew enough hatred upon e-mail. At one point in my life, e-mail was my preferred method of communication. Back in 2001, E-mail felt incredibly productive, streamlining countless tasks. My ire for e-mail didn’t begin to rise until around 2008. My rule had always been to process my inbox to 20 or fewer messages, most of which contained important information I needed for some near-future event. Around 2008, that number began to approach 50, and I felt like I was constantly keeping a flood at bay.