Dear Crystal,

I woke up today and drank a soda.  Jumped some rope in the backyard.  Recorded some guitar parts for one of Karl’s songs.  Tried cleaning my room.  Went to eat at this crepe place with some people and this employee was, like, guarding the soda fountain.  I don’t know why, but it was driving me absolutely bonkers.  I told stories about doing the Art Talks program last year.  The one about the 1970’s satanist, and the one about the drunk teacher, and the one about the scary lockdown.  What were some other good ones?  Oh!  I forgot the one where you leaned over and gently whispered, “You’re a freak,” into the ear of that middle school-er.  I miss you!

Love,

Kari