Dear Lizzie,

I wish you were in my school so bad. Sigh. I wish for that almost every other day. I wish you were only a rock's throw away. The time we have now is never enough. Throughout the day, I think of little bits to tell you but I can't because I'm all the way in Siberia and smses just won't cut it. (And when I do see you, those little bits are lost to forever because they were at-the-moment kinda things and I would have forgotten them, anyway.)

I'm still working on my Accounting presentation and my eyes are this close to dropping out of their sockets, which are barely hoisted up by sagging, darkened, pregnant eye.

But I thank God that today, the day started out with you. I only wished that it had ended with you, and the in-betweens were filled with you.

Good gawd. I sound like a lesbian. HAHA. But I know you get the picture.

Love, love and so much love from me to you,
Charlene J.