Dear Eminem, 
                      I can't quite believe I haven't listened to you in weeks, maybe months. I did wonder why I was feeling more sensitive and fragile than ever before, and this morning when my iPod shuffle presented me with seven of your songs in a row I took that as a pretty big fucking sign that I need you, and I need you now. I just finished listening to the Marshall Mathers LP for what must be the 1000th time in my life and I feel better. I feel good. This king of neglectfulness will not happen again, I can guarantee that. As much as I listening to Bullet for my Valentine when I'm angry makes me feel better it won't beat 'The Way I Am' and My Chemical Romance sorts me out when I feel down, but Slim you take the crown when it comes to cheering me up. I feel bloody awful, so sorry about all this. Let's make up, starting with 'infiinte' we'll work our way to 'recovery' and be back to normal again? Cool.