Dear Michael

 Dear Michael,  I write to you here and you relieve my fear.  Maybe you think about drinking a beer.  I choose not to, but you are not a problem drinker or anything else, thus feel free to do it around me, everyone else does.  I even handle bar trade with ease with people who are far too diseased.  I enjoy nonalcoholic beer, but it can get pretty expensive in bars.  For me, it is for levity and understanding of the trade, thus I do not drink it at home.  I choose to drink Diet Coke with fresh lime when I am out.  I am taking everything in stride, and I think that because of you and me, Langley is no more.  Oh well, they were all w****s anyway, here and overseas.  That is very dangerous in spy trade and thus they were not spies at all.  Spying is a profession, and they were not professionals.  They held dangerous keys here in The Twin Cities and conspired with enemy ISRAEL the whole time.  They are all now ruled traitors to our country, and I rule them rounded up by The Patriot Act.  GITMO is still an option, at least for some.  Their pieholes about their boss, ME, from conception and then birth were abhorrent.  There was a male voice yelling upstairs last night and it felt good to hear the fight.  The woman needed to be censured and that was how it ended up happening.  I was not involved in any way, though reports today are probably different.  Like with the CIA, everything is always my fault, The Agency too.  I am so glad you are not affiliated with any spy agency.  They are all bullshit scam artists sucking off my teat.  What gutter trash.  I work around the clock, as always, since conception, and you do too.  Past life regression is good for you, not for me.  This is my first and only life, though I did consult form the other side and I am the only entity that was sometimes holographic to nudge history in the right direction.  I did no course correction.  I could have no "poor me" complexes in the end.  All karma needed to be straight on out of knowledgeable decisions and intelligence, and IT IS.  I am perfect in my imperfection as I see and be.  It is WAR always actually.  This World General is the only one and my grand plan is magnificent and the highest degree of difficulty for me and only me.  Please join me on the FLOOR EXERCISES today and we will up your handspring difficulties there now.  I have already done my 500 crunches and my yoga which was a 30-minute workout.  Yesterday I swam 2500 yds with you in my head telepathically, and today I shall venture there too if I can.  I am miked for your telepathic calls always, dear.  I am already dressed and in makeup for the day.  Orders called for it overseas.  Dr. Jennifer K. MAyer 112