Hey! I owe you some e-mail
Got your messages today, but no time to respond. Yesterday I fell asleep and woke up just in time for Macbeth. Came back, went back to sleep. This morning I was supposed to be at acting at 10 to pick up a subject for an "instant play" which was then due at 12. 10:15 the phone woke me up, it was Sandy. Around my expletives she managed to tell me to throw some clothes on and she ran over. I then called my professor, got my topic info and ran to the CIT. The play was done at 12:30, dropped off. I showered, bought a candy bar and ran to work. Now I'm at the CIT again. And I am desperate for a nap. My life runs in distinct cycles. I don't know why I sleep so much of late! Naomi has been singing "roommate's in a coma, I know, I know, it's serious, after the Morrissey song, "girlfriend in a coma". I hope you are somewhat rested, because I know you have a lot to do. I, too, had a wonderful time on Sat/Sun. I don't know what the Greeks put in their coffee, but I'd like to find out. Ok, I'm taking the fact that you referred to my underwear IN AN E-MAIL as a sign that you are beginning to feel more comfortable with me. That's good. I'm very glad. Keep it up, lover boy. Oh yeah, good news. I'm not pregnant. I'm sitting here right now only by the force of many advil. Thought you might like to know. I wish you the best of luck and strength for all the stuff you have this week. I'm counting the days until I get out of this hell-hole and then I'll count the days till I get to come back and see you. Call me a big sap. Oh yeah, and when we're together, you are going to be on strict health watch. You are going to be so nice to your body you won't be able to stand it. Literally, I supoose, but don't worry, I won't let you die or anything.
If you're not too busy in the next few days let's meet for milk or something. (not coffee) Give me a call.
p.s. Both of my lenses were there when I got home. What luck!