dear rick,
i woke up feeling really odd today. i think it's because of the whacky dream i had about going on a camping trip and trying to find breakfast stroodles. my sunburn is going through the whole "itchy phase" which is uncomfortable but at least it's getting better. my jaw will drop if i get a call from you soon saying neil young's "tonights the night" mysteriously showed up in your possession. i still fight with my english teacher. he still hates me. he looks like a mix between a weasel and a rat, but i bet if he changed his personality he would resemble nicer animals.
emily
emily