Suddenly, Waffles! That’s a phrase I never thought I would use in my lifetime, but there is little else I can use to describe my current predicament. How did I even get here? The last thing I remember doing was swiping my card at the grocery store. When I came to, I found myself tied to a chair with giant waffles all around me and a giant waffle iron about 500 feet (or something like that, not sure if they are giant or I am small.) away. The scary thing is, every time I sleep, I find myself closer to the waffle iron....and more waffles have been made, even though there is no batter in sight. To top that all off i’m occasionally hearing these voices. That really seemed excessive. As if this place weren’t bad enough, it’s driven me insane already