I think I’m spreading myself far too thin. Tomorrow is Bobby’s birthday and ideally I would be spending the day spoiling him rotten but instead I will be working in the morning and then leading a daring journey down to Providence in the snow storm, during which I will most likely die.

Happy birthday Robert!
We killed your girlfriend when we refused to cancel classes! She died a slow painful death when she became trapped in her tiny car on the highway!
Love,
Johnson & Wales University

Not what I had in mind.