Dear Death Cab For Cutie,

Thank you for making my workday bearable. If it weren't for you and a crappy pair of Phillips headphones, I would be forced to listen to the background noise of Creepy Guy yelling at the temps for leaving the copy machine on "zoom" and trying to engage me on Intelligent Design theory before I've had my coffee. Also, it's fun to listen to "Crooked Teeth" and make believe the girl next to me is bopping to that rather than 3-6 Mafia like she is.

But I wish there was something you could do about this carpal tunnel.

Love,
Jessica