Oh hey.

Jacob has a paper due at midnight tonight. He's at work and he emailed me a copy to proofread before he submits it to his professor.

Um, let's just say my inner journalist may have came out a bit while I was editing*.

He may not ask me to correct anything for him ever again.




*This is not to say that his paper was terrible, by any means. But the nit-pickiness may have come on a little strongly. I still love you, Jacob!