I wrote Eliza a letter. It's five pages long.
Shit.
Fuck.
I cried on the damn letter. And now ink is everywhere.
Oh well. That last page somehow ended up being in French, anyway.
How did that happen?
I'm going to sneak Skittles into the kid's pillows.
Except for Peggy Jr and John Jr. Peggy is a baby, obviously, and John has braces.
Poor thing. He's still sore from the dentist.
-Alexander FUCKING Hamilton