This morning I wake up and do what I always do...check my e-mail. There, huddled in between Groupon offers and the news that I've sold nothing on Amazon for yet another month, was a message from...ME. I opened it up and it said this:
Bad things happen
Twilight at the world of tomorrow
This is a frightening concept to someone as sleepy-headed as me, especially at 7:15am. Did Future Gary (who has visited this blog before) somehow send a message back to me, warning me of bad times ahead?
No, as it turns out, those two sentences are book titles that I typed into a note on my iPhone on Saturday, and--I guess--somehow e-mailed to myself without knowing it. Why it took until Monday to arrive is beyond me, but then again, the whole process of e-mailing it to myself is also beyond me.
Maybe Future Gary IS trying to tell me something...
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