Mom’s making me write this letter. I mean, not that I mind writing to you, but she’s making me write the letter by hand. The shrink has decrede that I’m not allowed to have screen time, so I have to email you the old fashioned way. I’m a little surprised to learn that the postal service isn’t dead yet, but there are still people who will physicly bring paper with writing on it to your front door.
I’m getting excited about my science project. Have I told you about it? I’m trying to show what happens when you look at a really bright color for a while and then look at a white wall like what the rods and comes are doing and stuff.
Do you think there’s any chance you might be able to come for it? I don’t know if you’d want to, but I think it will be interesting. I know you’re busy, nut I bet Paige would be really happy to see you. And I would be too.
By the way, have you been getting my gaming magazines. I don’t know what happened to the subscription when we moved but there’s a review of the new Aeon of strife that I want to check out. It’s supposed to be sick.
Sorry if my handwriting is hard to read, it really never occurred to me that penmanship was going to be an issue in my life. I can’t wait to get back to a keyboard.
Well, it’s almost morning and I’m starving. The banana in the fruit bowl is calling to me. Write back soon!
Love,
Logan