Oh, Sorry

I can't tell you what an awful, awful day its been. Just terrible. And its not over. I'd write more, but then I definitely won't get to sleep at a reasonable hour. I'm so sorry. I'm sure you are too. I've just had to suffer so much today. I can tell you this much: if Leonard thinks tomorrow is going to be anything like today, then he is suffering from some kind of pre-tomorrow illness in psychic anticipation of the lack of blood he will have when I drive my stone cold heel spike underneath his right rib cage, through his gall bladder, and into his liver. Its why I buy Jimmy Choos; they can stand up to that sort of abuse.