dear wind: you make me feel so awesome.
dear 6-month old 27-inch imac at work: why did you crash? i treated you like GOLD but apparently you're a hater. on me. and all my data has been lost. thanks a lot, trusty computer. :(
dear choir: i miss you. oh-so-very much. especially at this time in the year. ...and especially as i'm sitting listening to the sectional happening in the room next to me. guess that doesn't help.
dear motivation: where did you go? i'm still blogging....
dear sickness: i feel you hiding there in the depths of my system. you think you can mess with me? i will freaking take. you. down. so don't you dare.
dear headache: i know you're teaming up with sickness. but i wouldn't go there if i were you.
dear jamba: thanks for double-teaming to combat headache and sickness. this is a good strategy; let's implement it more often.
dear blonde girl that just walked past with a side ponytail and a harry potter scar on your forehead: bravo.