Dear T,

Sometimes you think you're Rhianna. We know how that ended.

Other times, you think you're a carpenter. And so you do lots of things with wood and nails and screws and maybe your vision doesn't come out quite like you thought it would because it turns out you're not a carpenter and have literally zero idea how to use a power saw.

These things happen, T.

They happen, and that's okay. The important thing is that we still have ten fingers. I know what I'm doing, T.

I just wish I could sleep.