I sit at work and my wife writes:
Gretchen
I was so upset ((

arsenic
What about you?

Gretchen
and the (

arsenic
I am so bored! ?
There is food still.
At the end of the day, fill the carrots.

Gretchen
I don’t want to eat cake (and sweet).

arsenic
In the refrigerator. Sweet in 5 minutes. Get off the mattress and go.

Gretchen
I want to eat (
and with you (

arsenic
Fuck... I think your attack of cannibalism is better to sit over at work, right?