Sorry this letter is coming a little later than you expected, but I wanted to include a copy of the letter I wrote the prosecutor. Thanks a lot for that $20 that you put on the books, that was a very nice surprise! I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY appreciate it!!!
From what you told me when you visited, you and Dick had a really wonderful vacation. I’m happy for you! You guys really (am I using to many “really’s”? Ha! Ha! Ha!) deserve it. Just make sure you send me plenty of pictures! (Remember — you promised me women in the last letter, too! Ha! Ha!.) Thanks for the postcards and especially the Birthday Card — I genuinely needed that the morning I got it. I was up early in the morning, and for some reason the fact that by the time I’m 35, I will have spent 1/3 of my life inside hit me indubitably (It’s a good thing you sent me that Thesaurus — otherwise by now you’d without a doubt be sick of the adjective “really”) hard. Most of the time when I think about it, it’s just numbers — but that morning it really got me down. You’re card was exactly what I needed to get me out of the funk!
Speaking of funks — when you get some spare time, be sure to send me the info you’ve been looking at about bi-polar and things. The more I think about, the more I think I’ve probably got something. Some days, I find myself getting down or angry with some of the people here for little or no reason, then even though I know I’ve really…
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…it snuck in there) no reason to feel like; I can’t break out of it. Most of the time, it’ll just take something small to snap me back into a good mood. A good song on the radio, or a small joke from someone. It’s weird. Then there’s times like a few nights ago, when I feel almost nothing! So, I don’t know what’s going on.
Otherwise, there’s not really much going on. If you’re looking for another new author to read, check out David Baldacci. He wrote the book for the Clint Eastwood movie Absolute Power; the one where he was a jewel thief that watched the President attack a rich little trophy wife after she got upset cause he hit her while they were — you know — in her house. Then the Secret Service came in and killed her and covered it up. He’s a great author — better than Grisham! I read a few of his books in here: Absolute Power, Last Man Standing, The Winner, and Total Control — they’ve all been top notch!
Anyways, for some reason the words just aren’t flowing tonight so I’m going to cut it off. I’m going to try and include the picture of that arch that I want in a bigger size — if you can get it. If not, it’s a shot of a delicate arch in Winter with a full moon in the background — maybe you can find it. Tell everyone that I really (darn, there’s that word again.) love them!