I'm sorry, Peanut.

I had no idea that you were sent to the hospital on my birthday. And I was a little mad that you didn't call. I should've called you instead. You see, low maintenance is not always good, no matter how solid our friendship is. Recover soon, and lend me your mojo. I'm sifting. I'm drifting. I need your opinion (, but I won't buy your theory). Recover soon, Peanut.