Day Two Hundred and Fifty Two

It never fails to amuse me how my textbook uses Oxford commas. I'm sorry, oh Oxford comma. It just looks far more aesthetically pleasing not using you. That, and my primary school teacher drilled me out of the habit.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty One

Dear Salivary glands,

Please stop excessively salivating when I am excited or incredibly chuffed. Otherwise people near me will need umbrellas.

Many thanks,
G.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty

Dear Ulcer on the tip of my tongue,

Please heal. I have a presentation tomorrow and I really would appreciate it if I didn't have to lisp my way through it.

Regards,
The rest of the body.

Day Two Hundred and Forty Nine

Ah... the apprehension and fear of one who is desperately seeking an intern site.

Day Two Hundred and Forty Eight

Dear Somebody-Out-There,

I hope you will love me as much as Snape loved Lily.

Yours sincerely,
Me.

Day Two Hundred and Forty Seven

Dear Idiots who sit at the back of the lecture theatre,

Kindly shut the hell up.

Yours sincerely,
People who actually want to learn.

Day Two Hundred and Forty Six

... Or my attempt at trying not to appear to eager backfired on me. Either way, I feel much better about things now.