So I'm sitting here, waiting for Jack... I wont go into the whole thing right now. I'm sure you'll hear about it soon, assuming you are even inclined to come back.

Fuck- I finally found my TUMS;®, but they are all fucking ORANGE ones. Yuck.

I'm re-reading recent emails and even went back and re-read some of my responses.
What a brave new world- the ability to recall conversations- word for word-

This may or may not be a good thing.

I'm a collector. I have shit in boxes in my parents basement from freaking 7th grade.

Oops, Jack be here- was this worth your trip or what?