see September 3rd

...I just found a reaction to the thing I wrote on the 3rd about writing letters I'll never send...

"You write letters but never send them? Thats like...dirty. Like, really dirty. And mean. Even more malicious than hanging a case of Tiboron chocolate thirty-five feet up on that cedar right outside the Lodge at Myrtlewood and making a big pastel-ey water coloured sign with a upward arrow on it that you nestle in amongst the tree roots to make sure everyone is aware of it and sees how tantilizingly high up the chocolate is."

I suddenly feel that I owe him a letter. In which I'll probably ask him what Tiboron chocolate is, and where I can get some. And mention that he spells like a European.

Oh, and if it's any comfort, to him or to anyone else who's offended by my unsent letters, I rarely write them to specific people.