fox | "three weeks later"

the above is the subject line of an e-mail from le boy. it sits in my mailbox waiting for me to open it. i have not yet done so; my instinct was to fall on it like a starving animal, but i suppressed it. i've been thinking about various things it might say:

"sorry i haven't responded before now -- i've been waiting to hear back from my psychic advisor."

"the thing is, not only am i underage, but i'm also mormon, so i can't go out with you and i certainly can't drink beer."

"i completely tanked on the last morph assignment; think we can work together on the one she's handing out on thursday?"

"um ... what?"

(all this, of course, being in case it doesn't say "oh my god, i blew it, didn't i.")

am currently at work. will do some work for a while and let it mellow. after three weeks, what's a couple more hours? right? (though a good friend has already weighed in with "stop wondering what it says and open the damned thing!")

"three weeks later"

Open it. Open it.