Dear Mr. President,

I apologize. It is 12:10 am, and I have not done work for you this day. No excuses, other than my job, a valiant but disappointing HS Varsity Lacrosse playoff game, and then a total remake of a friend's website.

I realized earlier in the day I had overpromised with my 3 memorial a day for 3 day offer. I stand by the volume, that was achievable, but the cost wouldn't have been wise.

3 days per set of 3. Same output, just 3 days to perfect one set of 3 before the next set of 3. Still 3 sets and 9 total — but 3 each. That makes more sense.

I sent Schumer a letter earlier, I have been neglecting that side, but the canon had to be equal to gain everyone's attention… I think you may agree now the olive branch should be equally directed.

I didn't even look at the news today, Mr. President. I am starting to fantasize I actually like you. I know I like this job. Even though I also realize that too is a fantasy.

But I made a real website today, for a doctor, who is going to use it I think. Last week he was scared of my pages.

There is hope for us too, Mr. President. Being nice is nice. I hope someone is noticing — I wondered that today. I have said enough here to catch your attention. In print, I am not *almost* asking for it. I am asking for it.

Have you noticed and realized I don't matter? The question is starting to bother me. As part of this process, I had to remove all tracking, so I really have no clue if one or one thousand see it. I thought I would be on radar by now. I have to be, I think.

The silence is starting to feel weird.

Hope you sleep well. I hope when I do open the news in the morning I find something amazing to share with you, and not something disappointing waiting for me to spotlight.

I hope, Mr. President. I really do.

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Goodnight.

— Chracterzer零号

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