Me and Hampton and Amanda have become big ol' Waffle Ho's. We go all the time. For no reason. It's almost a sickness. But it's so fun and delicious. I'm in love with our ditzy waitress Michelle. To our knowledge, she has never gotten an order right on the first try. She's so cool. And there's Daniel, the know-it-all chef. He's hilarious the way he'll introduce himself into your conversation and then give you great “facts” about how the government is causing the shift of the magnetic poles by doing ultra-high (low?) frequency radio experiments in Alaska. He says he loves when North Greenville Tech girls talk about sex, so he can enter the fray and watch them blush. Meanwhile, there's matriarchal Frankie presiding over the whole affair with grace and aplomb. Meanwhile, Shelia has learned Amanda's default order of coffee, black to everyone's delight.

Then I got to write this letter or something like it to my friend.

there must be something else to read.