Hey, you. I'm writing you this letter at midnight because it is the eve of my day off and I can therefore stay up late talking to you. Unfortunately, we are not talking at present, so I am writing you a letter so you can know, oh oh oh, I miss you BAY BAY, oh eee oh.
Note: You still need to teach me about purses. I must educate myself on why a woman would pay $2,500 for a handbag so I can have the upper hand when the ladies try to take me by surprise with purse talk.
I'll start off by responding to your thoughts.
The Weepies are most likely a good band who you should introduce me to sometime, perhaps through a youtube link of your favorite song. I like most of your music, as you know. And a couple! How fantastic. It's very funny how those things happen.
The death of LoFiNoYoAbInPaMo saddens me, but I've decided to press on with my novel anyways. However, I will do it slow, and do it properly, so I can publish it. Some details for ya, which I may or may not have told you, but it's good to have a record of anyway: It's called Letters from Home, so named for the letters to a soldier pen pal the main character writes at the beginning of each chapter. I don't think you'll ever meet the pen pal who indirectly names the book, but I might change my mind. It's about a man, a superpower, an evil corporation, and a girl behind the counter named Laura.
Laura is always going to be the Girl Behind The Counter to me.
Concerning the next paragraph: I believe that Belle from Beauty And The Beast rode a Rapidash in the nonexistant sequel. If Disney ever makes a sequel to that movie, I'll drive us both to Anaheim so we can participate in the torch-and-pitchfork riots in the so-called Happiest Place On Earth. Unless there's a Rapidash, in which case you drive so I can play a game boy in the passenger seat. Gotta catch em all.
Moving on, I think your whole summer has been more productive than my past few weeks, although that is a subjective opinion. I still consider my visit to your fair town to be the most productive thing I've done all summer, even though I also got a job that can transfer me to the Emerald City AND a car to take me there.... though I don't think the car will last that long. I've driven it like 300 miles and it's already making noises like... well, like a dying car. Anyways, when fall hits and you're doing classes, you're once again gonna be more productive than I've been over the past six years. Kudos to that.
Our music tastes are the perfect Venn Diagram. I am always thrilled when I get new music from you... Incidentally, I'm totally listening to Arcade Fire right now. I guess I kinda fibbed when I said I don't like it. I mean, I don't know if I like it or not, but it's on my playlist, so I guess that makes it good.
I was really hoping we'd get better at responding to letters quickly too, and I was meaning to post this like a week ago, the day after you posted yours. But, I, uh, got kind of busy and ran out of things to say.
I don't have too much new to add, except that my new job rocks in ways that most people can't appreciate. I did a men's group with a bunch of Alzheimer's patients today. We made model cars and submarines and stuff. It was actually really awesome, and I'm the toast of the retirement community now. I would love to give you details about that next time we talk.
I'll conclude by saying that I know it's been a tough day between us, and that is kind of a sad because it's never happened before. I want to apologize for my fault in that. I'll give you all the details of my thoughts in a less public medium.
However, the picture above expresses my views rather nicely.