Dear Lance,
When you came home at 4:30 am after poker night with the boys, i was awakened from slumber by our dog, who barked to warn me of danger. Thus i was just barely awake to greet you. I would like to officially inform you that the reason i didn’t want to philosophize with your Chatty Cathy self at that moment about politics or the psyches of the other poker players, was not because i was mad, or because i find you uninteresting. It was simply because it was 4:30 am. I had been asleep moments before, and wanted to be asleep again. That’s all. I promise to converse at length with you on that subject matter the next time we have a chance, as long as it is during the day.
Love, Podrey
September 18th, 2008 12:00 pm
I found your site on Google and read a few of your other entires. Nice Stuff. I’m looking forward to reading more from you.