it is october 28th and it is two thousand thirteen. this morning i woke up with you and then drove to work. i had planned on leaving early since the night before and after about four hours at work I asked to go home. I drove on the highway. I bought nine tapes from the little store and I bought nothing from the salvation army. I drove on the highway. I brought my things into my house. I plugged in my guitar and then I cried on the floor. I texted you without expecting a response. this has so far been affirmed. I cried until I feel asleep and I slept for three hours. I woke up half an hour before I would have been leaving work. I took a shower. Now I will write you a letter. a brief letter.