A letter from Sep 12, 2024

"''Hey poopy' That's how the letter I received today from myself a year ago began.' That's how the letter I received today from myself a year ago began." That's how the letter I received today from myself a year ago began. I mentioned in that letter that this could be an annual tradition, so I'm doing it. I haven't written to myself probably since then-- actually a year ago feels so far away that I couldn't believe I'd sent that in 2023. So much has happened in the last year. We've grown a lot. Sextus Pompey (cat) is doing great. I'm living in a closet again. I can roller skate now. I went blind in therapy yesterday. I unlocked the ability to cry this summer and wielded that new power last night 3 times because the earth system modeling homework was that bad. I gotta go do some coding. Also, to answer the question at the end of the last letter: Ouagadougou. And for future me: What's the capital of Timor Leste?