I must apologize for all of this. I had forgotten what you thought of me.
Thanks for reminding me.
I won't bother you again.
I hope your life goes well.
I'm going to turn off the log so I can't see whether or not you look at this.
I won't put anything up on the index page, though, so you won't be able
to see anything beyond the placeholder page.
I've also blocked your e-mail address from my e-mail, so I won't be able
to get anything from you. It's the only way I can make this work.
One last song. The lyrics might not mean anything to you now.
But someday they will.
Green Leaves of Summer