dear Daft Punk,
as of your show at the Greek Theater last weekend, i haven't been able to hear out of my left ear.
it's like dying.
my customers have to repeat their drink orders at least three times, my thoughts echo in my own head, and judging from the looks i receive in Bookshop, i've also been gaging the volume of my "inside" voice incorrectly.
thanks. jerks.
to make it up to me, you can come play my house. or please send me a custom light-up robot suit. no tees.
epicly serv'd,
britta
