[This email skips the usual cycle. There's a much longer wait, and the division he mentions interrupted it. For attending parties at the hospital, they had to clean the tear in his chest, and he was not a cooperative patient, since the night before (when the first paragraph was written) they adjusted the dose of painkillers and it wasn't a good time. They upped it again, but it took him time to steady out, and here he is trying to write the same email. Enjoy.]
Sorry, I am coming back again to this email which I think I didn't send, since I was interrupted, though I probably would have changed my mind on whether or not to send it eventually, I don't remember my train of thought and I feel your sally about queries should be returned, and even if I was an ass about it yesterday, I can't think of any better way to phrase it now, phrasing is eluding me, for some reason, today.
I have no idea why I should be jealous of your poetic phrasing of your parents relationship. If I was to find some similar example, it would probably something truly horrific, like Macbeth. Then what would you think of me? No worse, I think, than what you would of thought if I'd have just sent the above.
I'm sorry I couldn't find the time to send you your requested paragraph. When I get home I'm sure I'll dig something up at some point. I won't say anything else about Joy, other than my sympathy doesn't extend farther than sympathy. I feel sorry for her, but I don't like her. That kind of caring makes sense.
I shouldn't send this. I'm
I wasn't going to send this, but something has come up and I don't have time to make another, so it is as it is.