One: I read them all again and I'm still smiling because the only part that made me feel anything was when I quoted Faulkner. It is belated, but I am realizing how ridiculous you are (or, were). You are a ghost and I am not afraid of you.

Two: I really, really, really don't want to work that shift tomorrow. I don't want to work there at all anymore. I wish I could find somewhere nice. Or the previous'd open again.