Becca,

I still haven't sent you your Valentine's Day card yet. You should be aware that you might not receive it until Memorial day. I am very bad at remembering to send people mail. Technology just makes it so easy to forget the postal service. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for the Pony Express to handle the invention of cars. I am sad just thinking about it.

The more I watch Psych on Netflix the more dissatisfied I become with my current job. Becca, you and I are MEANT TO BE WITTY AND COMICAL PRIVATE DETECTIVES!

I'm ignoring the mounds of work I should be doing right now. I should be productive. That can wait until later though. Or can it? It can. Because I'll make it wait.

Our president brought back ethnic cookies from Taiwan. They are very good.

Matt cancelled my session yesterday (AGAIN!!!!!) because he forgot it was Valentine's Day and he and his college buddies go snowboarding every Valentine's Day. Lame-O excuse. I hav a hunch he's lying. Care to privately investigate this? I'll be the funny and overly eccentric psychic and you can be the unrealistically knowledgable yet completely adorable best friend. I'll work on my puns and pop culture references.

It was a mistake to wear a sweater today. I'M SO HOT! And I mean tempature wise. It probably doesn't help that Megan always has her little heater running while I die slowly of heat exaustion and inability to breathe.

I have been hungry for pancakes for about 3 weeks now. Pancakes covered in peanut butter and drenched in syrup.

Also, I should mention that it was very enjoyable seeing you this weekend. I miss your face. And your ears.

Excuse me while I pass out.

Sincerely,
The Polite Pugilist

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