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*Dear Anna-my-darling,
I hope you get better as soon as possible, and I really hope you are able to perform in musical at least once! I am sending Heal-Anna vibes toward you. :)
Love love love
Me

*Dear Me,
When writing papers for class (especially Honors), please check your dates. It is indubitably academically embarassing to get the creation date of Eliduc off by two hundred years. Good lord. Guess who has to rewrite her paper.
Incredibly Stupidly,
Me

*Dear Body,
Please stop acting stupid. I realize that I haven't eaten well today, but I slept though Astro today and didn't get up until eleven, so would you stop being tired? Geez. Also, my stomach can stop hurting. Now. I want to be able to enjoy those strawberries and chocolate cake, dammit.
Annoyedly,
Me

*Dear Weather,
You just keep on right as you are. This rain-sun-wind-rain-sun-thunder-rain routine is terrifically amusing, although I am sorry I haven't danced outside in the pouring rain yet. Also it's very funny to hear, all over campus, "what the fuck is up with this weather?"
But you'd better be sunny for Folklife. If you rain next weekend I shall be severely angry, do you hear me?
Watchfully,
Me

*Dear Blockbuster,
What is up with "none of our stores carry Season Two of Sex and the City"? Wha-? Why not? Not that I really mind; season three is fine. But you aren't making any sense.
Confusedly,
Me

*Dear Honors Program,
Why do first years have to provide entertainment? And, dear first years, why did we not start this earlier?
Luckily I will be a cameraperson, and refuse to be on tape.
Relievedly,
Me

*Dear Homework,
Isn't there anything you can do to make yourself more attractive? I hate to be rude, but really, there's no desire going on here. Maybe if you had a better sense of humor, or were less boring, or had cuter eyes. Could you just smile more?
You could learn something from Serif Photoplus and Patricia C. Wrede.
Procrastinatedly,
Me

*Dear Sunday night,
You can't come soon enough.
Impatiently,
Me