From: Veronica Mars [vmars#marsinvestigation .net]
Sent : Wednesday February 8th 2017 4.07 PM
To: Logan Echolls [l. frost .e#mailtome .org]
Subject: awkward phone conversation
Hi there flyboy!
Please, next time I tell you I'm going out with Wallace and Mac, remind me not to drink anything. Hangovers are so 2009. But I had fun, which I guess was the point. Not that I'm pining. Veronica Mars does not pine. But I might be just a little less my perky self. And I will deny it in every language known to man.
I got an awkward phone call today. Apparently there is no such thing as moving-fairies. Which means that all my stuff is still sitting in a tiny apartment in New York. With Piz. Who called to kindly ask me to come and get my stuff. So I'm heading to New York to pack, and my stuff back to my dad's place. Oh God. My dad's place. 28 years old and moving back in with the old man. That is not how I pictured my life at this time. But, can't really afford a place of my own at the moment. I guess I'll suck it up.
Wish me luck!
V.