Dear Tuesday,
I guess it’s going to be another one of those four years, isn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2025)
Dear Tuesday,
I guess it’s going to be another one of those four years, isn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2025)
Dear Monday,
Sorry about that. I was side-eyeing the news and editing sounds.
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Sorry about that. I was making sounds.
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2025)
Dear Saturday,
Sorry about that. I got my eight hours, anyway.
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2025)
Dear Friday,
Tonight, I will get to bed at a reasonable hour. And I expect to sleep.
Love,
Kevin
(17 January 2025)
Dear Thursday,
This waking-up-at-two-in-the-morning thing is getting annoying.
Love,
Kevin
(16 January 2025)
Dear Wednesday,
Apparently, I still don’t know what day it is. It’ll get better—just give me one week without a holiday…
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2025)
Dear Tuesday,
You were Tuesday, right?
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2025)
Dear Monday,
Apologies. Sore muscles and tech snafus aplenty.
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2025)
Dear Sunday,
First sumo tournament of the new year.
Love,
Kevin
(12 January 2025)
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