I let everyone down.

Summer is over.

I still have 125 pages of wuthering heights to read.

I feel like shit for yesterday.




There is no way you cold ever tell me that not getting online wasn't my fault. I wasn't thinking.


I'm really, truly sorry and I won't let it ever happen again. I'm sorry that it even happened once.

I'll wait for you to get online, maybe you slept better than I did.