Future Me Note

Dear Jaqueline, It's been a month. You've survived, if you're reading this. Congratulate yourself. You probably haven't done your homework. If you aren't caught up on Spanish, you should stop patting yourself on the back and go do it. Now. It's about time. Have you come up with a psychopathic villain yet? Hurry up, you haven't got all day, the Grim Reaper's just WAITING to be captured here, and you're holding up the entire process! Nespartas and Riley can't stay in a hostile beer-drinking town forever, now can they? Figure out a massively evil sort of Voodoo for that bit, too... That is, if you haven't already. Pray. Now. Ok, now that you've done that - you did obey that, right? - breathe and tell yourself to calm down about whatever idiotic thing you've found to worry about today. It won't kill you. You've survived this past month, remember? Jesus kinda helps out with stuff like that, so breathe. And at this point all the people reading the 'public but anonymous' thread are massively confused by this Jesus-fearing voodooist. Take the credit, because confusion is fun. And now I'll be leaving you to your lovely futuristic muttering about how there STILL aren't flying cars.