A year ago today...

Dear FutureMe, A year ago today you were a little lonely, frustrated, unhealthy and sad. Up to that point, 2006 had not been so good to you. As you wrote this, you had a headache, a back ache, a sore neck, a wad of gauze in your shorts, fingers that smelled of cigarette smoke, only a single Scottish pound in your wallet, and your dog had farted while he rested on the floor next to you. You were broke. You were bored. You were trapped. Now you are in a much better position. If you don't believe me, move back in with your mother. Very truly you, -KBO