Spongeplant

Yep. Frank Francisco is pitching the last inning and the Rangers are one out away from winning their first game against the White Sox this season. (I've just developed a love for baseball). Hamilton just caught the ball to win the game, 4 to 2. Hopefully a bigger gap will end tomorrow night's game. Alright, Future Self. Here's where I'm at right now: Lincoln Crossing, end of the second month in our (mine and Brice's) apartment, working at the Dallas Zoo Gift Shop. Just got a promotion to lead sales associate, making a meager $8.50/hr. We can't really afford much of anything (2nd night in a row without dinner), but maybe we'll get on our feet soon. I hope you have a physics degree by now. Or are married, at least. I guess I'd like for you to have both at this point. Maybe a bun in the oven. (Elliott Allen / Elliette Allyn?) I would rather have an email from my future self sent to my present self. Why can't that website exist? Why haven't I discovered/created philotes yet? On that dismal note, I will end the letter. Don't forget Brandon Burris. Vive le LHC!!!