2002-02-19 5:21 p.m. Escaping was easy. I set the machine to drop me safely off in my own apartment at 3 a.m., approximately a week and a half ago. I snuck out of my apartment, careful not to wake the earlier myself, and have been idling around town all this time. I've slept on park benches and under parked trucks. I am now the proud owner not only of a fully functional time machine, but also of an array of rashes and a scraggly spread of facial hair. In short, this has been an awful experience. So awful that I toyed with hiring thugs to threaten my earlier self, who was living happily in my apartment, well fed, clothed, etc. While it would be mildly amusing to create a time paradox-- if I hired the thugs, who hired them before I traveled back in time to hire them?-- I did not remember to bring enough money for thug hiring. Today, finally, I was able to arrange for a new apartment, dial-up internet connection, and food so that I can pick up where I left off without competing with my younger alternate for my bank account. Speaking of which... have you any checks for me? This machine of mine should make for us all a pretty penny. Assuming, of course, the penny were miles high and made of GOLD! |
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