Dear Internet,

I am carving a few minutes away from my busy day to spend some time with you. This morning I met with the awesome architects for the PNS (Potential New Store), and now I am redesigning ads for people who originally sent me the wrong specs. If people could just be bothered to get everything right the first time, as I do, the world would be a better place, or at the very least my list of murder victims would be slightly curtailed.

Yesterday I wrote a check for $30 to a man who claimed he is going to install a border around my front garden, and I gave him the two packages of bordering I had purchased. He vanished with these items into the night, promising to commence work first thing this morning. As of midafternoon, there is no sign of him. I can cancel the check but I hope I have not been swindled out of two packages of bordering; I was so proud of it because it was made out of 100% recycled material. I wanted my garden to be a beacon of hope to the world, not a trashcan for the art students and a toilet for the local dogs, but instead it will be the same dusty mound it has always been. We have always been at war with Eastasia.

I have some ideas I will tell you about another time.

Love,
The Little Engine Who Should