My Dearest most dear ever adored friend without whom I cannot live,
I am most vexed. In spite of myself, I always end up sleeping at one, two or three in the morning, even though I know well that I won’t be able to wake up (without taking heroic efforts) to go to school. And you wonder what I must have been doing till the early hours of the morning? I wish I could say that I had been studying and fighting against my urges to sleep for the sake of academic success–But no, I confess to you my drst friend that I had been staring for hours at Microsoft Word, typing a sentence then backspacing each letter until I returned back to a blank page of the chapter I was supposed to rewrite and send over to my patroness[editor] a week ago. This isn’t the most productive way to spend one’s time. I do know that, but I still remain before my laptop, truly believing that to sleep means to forgo that moment when I might be struck by an inspiration. But of course, no ‘AH-HAH’ moments transpired in my groggly mind. I never do learn my lesson. This ridiculousness I repeat the next evening, staring at Microsoft word, the glow of its blank whiteness illuminating my countenance, while my mind is filled with muslin, bonnets, trousers [yes, trousers! yum], cravats and characters nodding away to sleep. Whatever am I to do with myself? I have skipped class and it pricks at my conscience. I had once been a good student who considered it sacrilegiousto skip. Oh, those good old days! I shall try to be more disciplined the next time and force myself to sleep. I promise you!–no, I mustn’t promise, but I will try my best!
Your most obedient and humble servant,