Excuse me. First of all, I don't freak out when you have feelings. Or when you express them. I'm happy when you do. Happy like a ferret on Christmas that's been given a box of wrapping paper. So. Yes. Okay. I do. But I love you. And hugs from you are precious and rare things. So, when can I expect this hug?
Second, what do you play? Where do you play? And can I come drink shirley temples and be a groupie? Also. Tommy Shepherd and April Parker are dating. I feel like this is either a sign of the apocalypse or that all things are right in the world. Please tell me you're not writing characters for his lesbian dinosaur porn though? Or that if you did they were lost in the apartment fire which was not our apartment and none of my stuff is burnt?
I call dibs on A brief history of time as my paper husband.