Dear Mykel,

Many, many thanks for agreeing to see me this afternoon. I know you have a crazy schedule (and life for that matter, but I don't think I have to emphasize that), which is why I truly appreciate you humoring your depressive friend for a few hours.

Thanks for digging out the Norton reader for me. The Incredibles would have to wait for another day.

Am trying out the Adult Alternative station at Launch. The songs playing are alright so far, very late 90s, with the more-or-less common wardrobe of checks and denims with either scruffy beards or slick 'dos. Might switch to My Station in a while and hopefully get to listen to Massive Attack (Teardrop) or Damien Rice (Cannonball).

Been thinking about your stories about the inanities of some of your friends. I suppose we all have to allow our friends to exercise their idiosyncracies; otherwise they'll be uncomfortable in our presence which defeats half the purpose of having friends in the first place. But I do concede that there are some quirks that really have to go. Hay, we all have to remember why we hooked up with them in the first place.

Will bring your Keywords next time.

Much love,
A.