Hey, Squall. How ya been?

I'm sure you're probably doing better than I am right now. In fact, I just know you are. Whatever may have happened to you today, it pales in comparison to what happened to me.

I started work at the diner today, working to repay the damage I cause yesterday. After hours of messing up orders, irritating diners, and enduring countless screams in the face, my temporary boss puts me to work on the dishes in the kitchen. He thought it was the one place I wouldn't mess up. I agreed, so I went back there and got to work.

So I'm washing the dishes and actually doing a pretty good job, considering nothing bad's happened yet, when all of a sudden, who should come in but the hot chick from yesterday? I start to ask her what she's doing there, but before I can, she puts on an apron and starts helping me with the dishes. Turns out she actually works there, Squall! She works at the diner! Small world, isn't it?

Well, right away, I think, Now's my chance! So I try to do a little flirting with her. But just like yesterday, my awkwardness with woman kicks in, and I'm numb and sweaty in a heartbeat. I can't get a single word out of my mouth. I end up sauntering back into an oven, and my sleeve catches fire when it hits the gas. I start running around screaming, trying to put the fire out, and in the process, I knock over a cook carrying a box of live lobsters. The box goes flying all the way out of the kitchen and lands on a table in the dining room. And it breaks, releasing about twenty live lobsters, all of which start attacking the diners, pinching them like mad! It took a full hour to restore order.

The manager really gave me an earful after that � I'd ended up costing the diner even more money because they had to let all the customers have their food on the house. So tomorrow, I'm gonna be stuck washing tables. I hope I don't cause any damage there.

Okay, so I'm going to bed now and try and forget this day ever happened. Though that'll be highly unlikely, considering I have an excruciating burn on my arm and I'm probably half-deaf by now from all the screaming.

Yours truly,
Laguna