run ons and [fragments]

It's 3 am and I am widely awake. Checked my mail and was bowled over to see a message from an old professor. One I looked up to since I was a doting freshman. One whose stories (one in particular about secondhand smoking) I memorized and delivered while I washed the dishes in the apartment (much to Chase's and the girls' dismay).

The message was short and simple. I got kiliged over the greetings: Dear Writer. Then plummeted downwards since. He, along with other UP professors, is compiling some of the alumni's published works. He was hoping "I have something for this call."

Yup. Just about enough to put me on a dismal disposition.