I'm sitting here and staring at the White Russian I made myself over 3 hours ago. It's not bad yet, but I imagine it will be soon. Drinking out of necessity has made me quite contemplative at this time. Three o'clock in the morning could do that to anyone, regardless.
So I wonder.
Do you ever feel like there's something out there that you have to accomplish?
It hit me over the past two weeks. Hard. I have to write a memoir.
I'm only 22, but I'm convinced that through evidence both physical and electronic that I am in the future capable of time travel....
...and murder. I am planning on detailing how this is possible in later entries. Follow along for more.
Next week - A Beginning
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