friday oh no what have you done!?
i am afraid of time and the implications of traveling through it (or more likely, around it). i certainly do not want to meet me from the future. i do not want to ruin the surprise. but if i know me, and i kind of do, there will not be much of a surprise anyway.
that is all, really. i have to go play the bass guitar in a country folk band in front of strangers and also some people i know. i hope i do not show up in the middle of it and try to kill me.
have a weekend free of the usual self-doubt and apprehension.
what is this?
i am you from the future.
i suppose you are here to kill me.
it is better for everyone.