I'm so sorry I didn't update budget tonight, I was busy filling your fucking paper. I'm sorry that I was literally either in class or doing DTH from 8 a.m. to midnight tonight without even one fucking break to eat, and I'm sorry that I relaxed for 10 minutes after writing two stories even though Christina had been out doing nothing for about 6 fucking hours. I'm sorry that after a literal 16 hour day, you send me email saying nothing but what I do wrong.

I fucking hate you. This year is going to be long. long. long.