Dear T,
I hope you at least write something back to me tomorrow. Hope you aren't annoyed at the pile of e-mails I sent you. I felt like maybe you were a bit annoyed at me when I left today, but maybe I'm just projecting. Because you seemed to end so abruptly, like you didn't want to deal with my rambling anymore. Maybe it's something about the morning--maybe we just do better in the afternoon, which is when I'll be seeing you next week.