Jake...
It's about time you wrote ;)  Actually, cutting back to
once a day is okay with me.  You are a bad correspondent;
I am a bad email checkker.  We're the perfect pair.  
Speaking of purrs, the cat misses you.  He was looking
at me today and I know he was wondering where you were.
He needs a name.  We really have to think of something.
About seeing Ryder, what was he doing there?  I mean, 
what's his job at the theater?  Think you'll work with
him a lot now that you're going to be working there too?
I need to know how much sleep to lose over this 
situation :)  I'm glad your mom is on my side at least.
I can't believe Ryder gets to hang out with Jacqueline
all summer while I'm stuck here with Finn and his dumb
English class and his impossible to understand Faulkner.
I'm going to go play my guitar for awhile and try to
chill out a little.  I'm feeling stressed out.  I've
been working on a little riff...it could be something.

I love you,
Hamilton