Oh dear. I'm sorry.
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Oh, Gud. I'm sorry, hon. Much hugs and ~ma to you.
Oh, Gud. I'm sorry to hear that.
Hi SA! Would you mind running around the city saying hello to my relatives and assuring them I'm not dead? Thanks ever so. If you could bring back a couple of wins by the Hearts that would be much appreciated too, they're kinda struggling at the moment. Also, have fun!
I'll shout out your not-death from Edinburgh Castle. Will that suit? As for the Hearts, I'm afraid they're screwed. Sorry about that.
As it is, I might pick up something secret and Scotland-y to send to you...
Oh, Gud. I'm sorry.
Gud, I have been there. It is a horrible, unsure feeling. No pressure to talk. Just strength and hope to you that everything will work out in the best possible way, whatever that may be.
Thanks
Hang in there, Gud.
I'll shout out your not-death from Edinburgh Castle. Will that suit? As for the Hearts, I'm afraid they're screwed. Sorry about that.
The shouting would be lovely. The Hearts thing we'll have to work on. My dad had a trial with them in the 50s, so the maroon is in the blood. I've been all through Tynecastle and had a kick around on the pitch as a lad.
What the fuck was I fucking thinking? Why the hell couldn't the Ph.D. thing have worked out like it was supposed to? I would be content and labby for the majority of my time until someone told me I wasn't motivated. But at least I knew where I was and what I was doing. I've never written a review paper before. And in a few months, I'm going to have find a job. And soon after that, I have to find a career. How am I supposed to make any money? I don't even know how to write a fucking résumé. I've been in school forever and it's all I know how to do. I'm in unfamiliar waters now and I'm scared the fuck out of my mind.