Sunday Letters

Dear Thanksgiving Week, Because of you I have to clean my room. Also because of you I have an excuse to stay home all day, not work on school, and hangout with my family. Sounds like more good than bad. Dear Grad School, Do I worship you more than I worship God? Something to be pondered. Dear People of the World, Don't use the internet to send important messages, face to face is still treasured. Dear Best Friend, You bought a house... seriously! You are the most grown up twenty-four year old I know. Four stars and two enthusiastic thumbs up to you. Dear Dunkin Donuts Vanilla Chai, Not only are you excellent but you are cheap. I am in love! Dear Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Part 1, Great way to fill the gap between 12 and 3 am. Another winning movie and looking forward to the next part! P.S. Consider shortening your rather long name.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear New Job, You don't suck, thanks for that. Dear Chuck, Sadly I am now only half a season behind. It will be a mixed emotion day when I am caught up to live TV and only get to see a new episode once a week. Dear Parents, Thanks for coming back to town, it is nice to not be in charge anymore. Dear Weather, Snow, seriously? Well, lets decide if we want to be fall or winter. I am fine with either but not with the in-between phases and slushy yards. Dear Best Friend, I am so glad that we have figured out our friendship this week... even if we learned that Harry Potter is more important... haha. Dear Bedroom, Today I will try to ensure you have a floor and furniture that is not covered in clothes and all things moving related.

Peace.

Monday Letters

Dear Grad School, As of this moment we are fierce enemies forever. You have cost me time, energy, and my health this week and I don't think that is quite fair. Dear Chuck, I am addicted... so incredibly addicted. Dear Best Friend, Best Halloween costume idea ever. You know it is the best when you give me the idea and then actually follow the idea yourself. Dear Papa, You are a rockstar and Superman. A quadruple bypass in under three hours and then home only three days later? Rockstar. Superman. Dear Second Job, Official first day this week. Please don't suck, I truly don't have time for something to suck. Dear 5 am, Right now I hate you.

Peace.