June

Dear Megan,

I have butterflies in my belly, heart in my throat, jittery and anxious and for more than one reason just plain loopy.  First, let me explain the anxiety:  I do not want to go to work today.  Those horrible people will be the death of me and I decided today that it's time to not only look for a new jobbie job, but a new line of work altogether.  I need to like where I work and I don't think it's absurd to ask for that, especially after how many years of misery?  There's more to life than this...there has to be...tell me that there is, Meg!  Now, let me explain my butterflies:  I just opened my mailbox to find the Mansfield TYA album I ordered from AmazonUK and I can hardly wait to give it a listen.  I've only ever heard Pour Oublier Je Dors and that only because of you, but I can feel it in my gut that I need to listen to this and let it dissolve all my anxiety because if something can be as lovely as this, who cares about all the other ugliness?

((Deep happy sigh))

Were you here, I would demand that you come over immediately and share my bottle of Honig Sauvignon Blanc while we listened to the album, most likely giggling and oohing and aahing then we could talk about all the things we should be doing with our lives and mastermind our evil plans to conquer the world.  Well, most of that anyway.  But you're in London and I'm jealous for that much.  Now I'm off to be late to my horrible job with a smile despite the jackassery that I will no doubt be walking right into.  Yee haw, girlfriend.

Lovin' you,
Jae