Phone Post: OMG I'm going to see Jess!!!

“Hey, so, uh, I got a bus, I got on my way, just got past Chicago Ridge Mall and I'm *totally* freaking out because it's, like... Holy cow, in, like, twelve hours I'm going to be back in New Hampshire, and I'm flying, and I *never* fly, but I'll see Jess; I'm like, Aaahh! I'm so insane right now! I miss her so much because she's just so wonderful and I'm mumbling and you guys will have *no* idea what I'm saying but, yeah. Jess is wonderful and I get to see her and I'm like totally, like, practically bouncing in my chair and I'm not, 'cause I'm really tired and I really need to sleep but, um, yeah. I just want to be, like, on a plane, tomorrow morning, and "Oh my God! I get to see Jess!". Aaahh, it's absolutely insane. Jess, I love you; I love you, I love you, I love you. You're so wonderful. Um, I hope the show went okay. Sorry for, like, the phone call messing up thing, but, yeah. I will call when—yeah, I will call Jess when I get home because I'm a total flake, you know, we're talking on the phone, "Oh my *God*, I'll finally see her again," and I'm totally, yeah. Aaahh! Aaah.

Okay. I'm... I'm all sane. I swear to God.

Jess is wonderful. You should all go, like, give her cookies. Or something. Yeah, cookies. Because I'll be taking care of the other things tomorrow. Yeah.

Ah, that's it. I guess. Yeah, PhonePost. From me. Eeeee!”