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Stealing a format from Katy, because I am an irrepressible little scamp:

*Dear Weather,

You are fucking gorgeous. It feels beautiful and summery and you are the perfect temperature. Please don't stop. Oh, and stay clear for a day or three so I can get my lunar lab done? (After that, go ahead and rain all you like.)
Happily,
Me


*Dear Art History,

Donatello's St. George or Leonardo's Notebooks? I am utterly fond of both of them, I just don't have a thesis for either. Argh.
Frustratedly,
Me


Dear Larry Nichols,

I'm not entirely sure how to make myself totally irrestible for the job and yet not quite so much so that when I 'change my mind' when I get the other job, you won't hate me. Also I'm not entirely sure I can be patient enough to edit bad writing.
Nervously,
Me

Dear Hugo House,

I'm sending you my resume tomorrow. You know you want me. You know you really, really do. It is perfectly clear that all my experience at the Bathhouse has prepared me for exactly the sort of job you need, and you will therefore hire me for the summer and then keep me on part time for all next year. You will. Feel the force...
Even More Nervously,
Me

Dear Sarah and Town of Tonasket,

I am so incredibly excited about playing Hermia in Midsummer's, you have no idea. I cannot wait for this summer. I haven't been onstage for a year and Hermia is one of the parts I've always wanted to play. So thank you thank you for casting me sight unseen. Oh, and thank you to Shana for pimping my acting skillz like nothing else.
Incredibly Excitedly and Probably Disturbingly So,
Me


Dear Summer,
You positively cannot come fast enough. Hint, hint.
Impatiently,
Me


Also, I am about to go to see the Motherfuckin' Dance Battle of the Century! Between Fankick!(an 80's themed female dance duo) and their rivals (two males, also 80's themed). I am so excited, even though it's really weird. And now I have to go meet people for dinner...