Dear Note:
Notey, love, my fork broke today. Well, it didn’t break, it fell apart. It was slightly upsetting: I needed that fork to eat. But that’s not what I really wanted to talk about.
I was today called one dimensional. It’s not true. I mean I know I am a characterization, but I’m at least two dimensional. At least that’s how I always considered myself. I mean, I’m more than a person who merely eats bagels. I sometimes eat broccoli and I do do math on occasion. I have depth. Look.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer \ The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, \ Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, \ And by opposing end them?
See? That was deep. Look at the complexities I have: I ponder whether it’s better to be hit by projectiles or attack a troubled sea. Clearly, I’m at least three dimensional. Aren’t I, Note?
(heart)
Sean
