The Depth of my Problems
TO:noahswife@aol.com
FROM:jlyman@whitehouse.gov
SUBJECT:
Dear Mom,
First of all, yes I do
know it's 3 in the morning and I should be sleeping. But my internal clock is off. Probably the fault of some time zone problem
from yesterday. Or more likely the few
hours sleep I got after talking to you this morning threw it off. Yes, I did indeed go back to sleep after we
talked. And after I thought up a plan to
make college tuition easier to handle.
Stop laughing; it's much
better than my secret plan to fight inflation!
Second of all, sorry for
waking you this morning. As you could
tell I was a little wired despite being exhausted. So I did sleep. But I still went to work not looking much
better than I did when I got home. But hey, at least I smelled a lot better. I think I drained the hot water heater this
morning trying to wash away the grime of 20 hours of planes, trains and
automobiles.
Donna on the other hand
looked like she'd slept for 12 hours and went to the beauty parlor. Is that what they even call it anymore? I wouldn't know, I usually just go to the
barber around the corner when my hair gets too long and Donna starts messing
with my curls just to annoy me. Anyway.
Today was another one of
those endless days. We just got in from Boston about half an hour ago. I took a quick shower and made some tea,
green with orange and passion fruit or something like that. Donna brought it over one day last week when
I had come home early cause I didn't feel well.
Don't worry, I'm fine. It was
just one of those, everything hurt, my back was stiff and I wanted someone to
take care of me days. Yeah, Donna took
care of me. She's good at that.
But anyway. We were at the House of Blues in Cambridge tonight. I had a nice time actually. Well, for the most part at least. Had an interesting conversation with Donna
about college football and how teams don't need one hundred players, most of
who are on scholarships. She gave some rather freaky, but true statistics. The stats she knew were freaky enough but I
think she was also a little drunk. Which
was kind of funny. And yes, I was
looking out for my sensitive system.
Only had two beers. But back to
Donna. We were talking and I glanced out
at the dance floor and I saw Amy out there.
I had no idea she was going to be there.
That got me to
thinking. I'm not even sure where we
stand. Are we together, are we
apart? I know the facts, neither one of
us pulled the trigger and ended the relationship, yet we haven't seen each
other in a while, we haven't talked either.
But as usual with Amy
there is more to the picture. She's been
consulting with Stackhouse, the filibuster guy for a while now. Can't say I'm exactly thrilled but it was no
big deal, he was supposed to endorse the President. Well, now apparently he's not going to
endorse the President, he wants to run against him. And he wants to participate in the
debates. Guess who's doing debate prep
for him....yeah, Amy.
Now what? Her consulting for Stackhouse was bad enough
but I'm not sure I can handle her prepping him for the debates. As much as it pains me to admit, Amy's very
good at what she does. She doesn't do
anything halfway; it's all or nothing with her, except apparently when it comes
to us. I don't know what to do.
I know I'm rambling but
want do you want from me, it's the middle of the night.
When I look back over the
past 12 hours it's pretty interesting that the most enjoyable moment wasn't
seeing my girlfriend for the first time in weeks, it was talking to my slightly
drunk assistant about the depth chart at the University of Colorado. I mean, how many woman even know what that
means. Let's be realistic she probably
didn't know what it meant. But she
looked it up so she could talk to me about it.
She went out of her way to be able to discuss it with me. She cares about what I care about. Someone else...not so much.
So tell me, why am I with
Amy and not Donna? On second thought,
don't answer that question, just be happy that I'm asking myself that question.
OK, now it's 3:30 and my
head is starting to pound. I have to be
up in a few hours so I will end this.
I'll call you later after
I have managed to come up with some answers.
Or at the very least have had a few hours sleep.
Love,
Joshua
