Dear Thursday,
Not so fast. Quit trying to rush Friday.
Love,
Kevin
(20 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
Not so fast. Quit trying to rush Friday.
Love,
Kevin
(20 November 2025)
Dear Monday,
I still prefer 11–17–70 over 17–11–70. Better mix and track sequence.
Love,
Kevin
(17 November 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Sometimes Japanese TV shows are a series of endurance tests.
Love,
Kevin
(16 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
My bad. I was running behind most of the day. Plus my zipper broke.
Love,
Kevin
(14 November 2025)
Dear Monday,
My bad. I was making up for lost sleep.
Love,
Kevin
(11 November 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Too many interruptions last night.
Love,
Kevin
(9 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
It occurs to me that if I were an athlete (hah!), then this would be my injury-plagued sophomore season.
Love,
Kevin
(6 November 2025)
Dear Monday,
My bad. I was being semi-productive.
Love,
Kevin
(4 November 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Glad to have my hour back—except for the waking up at 3:30, that is.
Love,
Kevin
(2 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
Eyebrows are weird.
Love,
Kevin
(30 October 2025)