Dear Ms. Catalano,
Damn! Damn! Damn! I hate you so much. Here I sit, 4 days from The Apocalypse, and I haven’t got the faintest idea what I’ll write about. You’ve already got your fancy, schmancy book deal with Oprah.
You suck.
Love,
Solonor
p.s. I was just kidding. Please, don’t write me out of your will.