There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping.

My diploma is bound in a red bookish kind of thing in a manner that would make it impossible to display, if I had a reason or a place to display it. It is off to the side on the bottom row of my bookshelf, the shelf for things that I like, but for which I don't really have a place: art books, the small collection of modern fiction that does not annoy me, books that belonged to my father that I've not read yet, a biography of Napoleon's empress Josephine, an out of date but not antique medical textbook, my diploma.

And there is a cock ring on Parker's towel, which is hanging in the shower, and which she'd intended to use in a minute. This is war. We have already put a dildo on Bill's pillow.

By the by, we never made it to the strip club, but we'd like to go tomorrow night. If you'd like to join us, you'd be welcome to stay here for the night if you needed or wanted to do so.

Listen to my thoughts on life, the universe, and everything.

Dear Parker,

As has already been discussed, my emotional state is not only entirely your fault, but also your responsibility. With that in mind, please read about my day.

My case at work has had a problem for some time. If one listened, one would hear water dripping on the electrical bits of the refrigeration system, hissing and popping and eventually shorting out. I've been switching things back on at the circuit breaker at least once a day, and worrying about electrocution more often than that. Today the repair man came to the store. In the middle of the business day I pulled half of my case so that I could shovel the ice out, pull out the underbelly, and let the repairman do his job very, very slowly. While I was doing this, the health department came, so I had to make things pretty and play nice with them. The repairman finished some time after the health department, and I put my case back together, filled it with ice, and put all of the fish back. Then the dinner rush happened.

Despite all of this, I'm actually quite happy. I remained joyfully calm. So, thanks for waking me up with sex. Love you.

Yours,

Jack