November 2009
Dear Journal,
I fell asleep before I could finish the remainder of that story. I woke up and smelled the chemical air of the hospital room. I saw the all too familiar bright white of the lights. It was all too familiar, including that sinking feeling I always get whenever I realize I was stupid enough to land myself in the hospital again. But, through all of the monotony I heard a low northern voice to my left. "Well look who's up now!" I recognized it as soon as I heard it. I jolted my head to see the one and only (and extremely dashing) Phil Lester, in my hospital room; sitting in one of the stiff vinyl chairs amongst a sea of giant stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. I asked what he was doing there and he said that apparently my parents took a look through my appointment book and saw that I was to meet him at that train station. They also saw Phil's number in my phone. So, while I was sleeping, they called him to tell him the obvious news I was not going to see him. He came running.
Phil and I talked for hours after that. We talked until the nurse came in there to kick him out. It wasn't even an hour after he left my bedside when I got a text from him: Hey, I'm glad I visited you. It made my day to finally see you in person. When you finally get out of lemon-clorox prison, do you want to go get coffee with me? I have never typed yes so fast in my life.
-Dan Howell
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