Dear Dan,

I don't have much to tell you today. After you got home we filmed a gaming channel video, playing bishibashi again. It was very highly requested. The subscribers seem to love those videos. You won, as usual. You always do.

Since the video will take a longer time to edit, we only spent an hour on it. We then proceeded to play Mariokart for a few hours longer than we should have. You won every time, because like I said, you win everything.

Some time after you destroyed me in Mario Kart, we realized it was raining and decided to make dinner together. We made homemade chicken soup, and it was amazing. Who knew we were such good cooks? I certainly didn't.

Today we sat in a comfortable silence on the couch instead of watching something. We both sat in what you like to call the browsing position, and didn't say much, except for showing each other the occasional tumblr post or tweet.

You fell asleep with your Mac in your lap, so I took it off of you and put it on the table. I put my laptop down a few minutes ago so I could write this letter. My sleep pattern is a bit messed up, and I should be blaming you for that, but I'm not. I blame myself more for my endless stream of late night thoughts. Oh well.

Although my sleep is messed up, I do need some, so this letter is coming to end, I'm afraid.

Yours, Phil