March 2 - Day Two
Dearest Rose,
My Tuesday morning was spent sitting on the couch of my small living room, waiting for the kettle to boil up so I can pour it into the instant cup noodles I've opened.
I don't know if you've noticed, but I didn't go to work today, meerily becuase I had a big headache and I didn't want to spend the day annoying my co-workers about what seemed like a never-ending migrane.
It's 1:03 PM right now and I'm starting to get a little drowsy from the medicine I took a few hours ago.
I have thought of ways to get my last letter to you. I didn't necessarily want to ask for your address from someone else without you knowing, nor did I feel up to par on asking you out on a date just yet, because let's face it, I don't really know if you knew me before that little encounter and I'm a little too sick to do so.
But It's okay. Like I said in the last writing, I do want to get to know you better. There's something about you that captured my attention. I can tell you're absolutely lovely. Your soft facial features and big brown eyes hidden behind your glass lense tell it all.
Jesus, I didn't even realize that I knew all these things about you.
I do plan on going to work tomorrow. Larry called me 4 times in the past 3 hours whining about how boring it was without me there. Then he ordered for me to go to work tomorrow so he can have some company.
I should be quite flattered, but I'm too tired to cough out a laugh.
I'm going to bed now, so until next time.
I appreciate you reading this.
Signed,
Patrick
