Today was not a very productive one.
I spent the majority of it in a cafe.
Alone.
Attempting to revise.
But, uh, that plan kind of went down the drain as soon as Emma left.
So, I sat and wrote letters to people. Which I won't be sending.
And I got a text from Ben Adams today.
Fran and Rose, you are in big trouble, as I am now upset that I didn't win. Well, I don't think I won. The text was just telling me random nonsense about Ben Adams' single. Morons.
6 comments:
WHERES MY LETTER.
No.
That was meant to say.
DO I GET A LETTER.
If not.
Send one anyway.
I cannot be bothered to write any proper letters. And as I'm in a bad mood, it will just be a rude one. Be pleased I'm not sending you one.
Well, this ought to cheer you up:
I JUST LOST
umm. Well. Can I have one anyway?
I may write you a letter if I get bored tomorrow. No promises.
Right o. I will sit in front of the letterbox eagerly until then.
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