From Cousin Nicole, August 24, 2009

Dude.

I really didn’t want to say “Dear Jeremiah.” Sounds too formal… I’m having an issue with writing you. Its not that I DON’T want to write you its just I really don’t know what to say. I don’t want to be like “How are you?” “How’s the weather in Georgia? I bet it’s hot and humid there.” “Brian says hi.” Because those letters are boring… I wish you could tell me what to send you in a letter so I had something to aim for. I guess this’ll just be a first letter to get things started. In the meantime I still don’t know what to write about… haha. I guess I could tell you recent stuff that happened with me. Because this is my letter and I can write whatever I bloody well like. Mwahahaha. I sprained a muscle in my back last week! Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did it at work lifting chafers, and carrying trays and such for a long week where I had no days off. There’s a muscle that starts at the base of your skull (where your spine connects into) and goes down into your collarbone and stops at your shoulder. Then it actually folds over and goes down into between your shoulder blade and spine. I sprained that on my right side. So not only does my back hurt, but my right arm is weaker and my neck is tense. Doctor gave me meds and it upsets my stomach to be on them. Called her on it, and all I got was “take Tylenol.” Well, the mg’s of Tylenol I’m supposed to take is really expensive. So it’s either take the meds and deal with stomach cramps. Or don’t take as much and have back pain… Did I mention I hate doctors? Lets see what else… there was drama with Ann, but you probably don’t want to hear that. OH! My piece of shit car is having problems again… My check engine light is on, and sometimes when I’m going uphill it actually starts blinking at me. Mike says my fuel injector caps are plugged, so I need to get my ass to the store and buy some sort of cleaner…? I don’t know much about cars. So I’m just doing what he says. I’m sure you could probably figure it out better than he can but hey, you’re in Georgia and he was here. Okay, I cant think of anything else… hope all is well. And I’ll write to you later.