Dear The Universe

It's letter writing time again at the bar, and this time we're writing out our thoughts and feelings to The Universe.

This may or may not be unlike the time the we whipped out our Poison Pens and wrote scathing letters to whomever we damn well felt like. It just depends on how The Universe has been treating us lately and how many glasses of wine we have consumed at writing time. Which may or may not be unlike any other day of the week.

Except for that whole wine drinking thing. That IS like every other day of the week.