Bored...

Gosh it gets boring sometimes. Actually, it's boring most of the time. There isn't much excitment around, unless you go in for the kind of thing that...well, it's not for me that's definatly for sure, and certain. I prefer to keep to myself. Don't even talk much.

No one to talk to! Their all dull, or dumb, or both. I talk to you though. Heck, I even... Hang on.

Sorry, I got called away. I've got another letter that just arrived. And from the slant of the handwriting, it's...interesting.

"Hello... I didn't think you'd reply. I think I hoped you wouldn't. No, that's heartless of me. Lets pretend everything dandy. I'm fine, thanks for asking. You asked how everybody is. A little vague, you mean the family? Want the truth? I thought not. They are all fine, then. Yes, it has been a while. What? Did you expect me to start writing weekly after you went in? Would that have pleased you, well, sorry, I didn't. Why should I have? To make you happy. Forgive me, I should have done that ages ago, shouldn't I. God forgive me for not making YOU happy. Oh, you miss the world. The drink, you mean? Or the world in general? You miss the others. I bet you do! Forget it. You're such an idiot! Jerk. Oops, I'm SORRY, did I upset you??? T.L.J."

Wow...that was polite...