Spending the last few days glued to my desk on a soul-crushing freelance assignment, I caught a glimpse of my future. It came right after I spilled a bunch of salsa on my keyboard, and it spoke with a nasally voice. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was Wayne Knight's character from
Jurassic Park:
While not surprised, I am disappointed that this large, wide, and slightly off-putting vision did not bring me snacks. When my future self comes to visit my present self, I at least expect pretzels, and not that terrible unsalted kind.
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