The only one who knows of you is my roommate, simply because I had to explain the daffodils. I'm happy to leave the rest wondering.

I don't advise sleeping at your desk. Not only will it leave an awful crick in your neck, but you run the risk of being spotted and reported. Coffee, coffee, coffee. That's the solution to life.

Now you're the one who sounds mysterious. Are you certain no one was harmed? Seems like the kind of incident you'd read about in the Prophet.

I missed you as much as you know you missed me.