3/22/12
Dear Old-Fashioned, Non-computerized 2D strip of achromatic surface,
I've been experiencing many improvements in the last few weeks. I know you will be thrilled to know that.
I am starting to see the flaws in the fabric that covers my thigh. The rest of the pants are totally protective, but it seems that I have a chink in my armor.
My protective armor has a chink, which means I am weak. I must return to the future as soon as I can.
While my progress has been productive, I am still plagued by the nightmares. In the dark I see images of stars and dust, coming together in a weird way. It reminds me of my biology class teaching. It reminds me of a controversial topic, something that some Christians don't believe in but many others do. There is a name for this event, a name that I should know, but it seems that I have forgotten.
And no matter what, I still dream of escape. I don't belong here; even if they say I am making progress. I feel as if they are trying to convince me that I'm something I'm not. I know who I am.
It worries me that we're so close to California. Well, we're in Washington, but that's along the same coast. Or at least near. What I'm saying is, when California sinks, I don't want to be near it. My plan to be in Alaska when the event takes place doesn't seem to be working out.
They show the bland TV shows on those tiny screens but they don't entertain me. We have much more entertaining shows in the future. I can't tell anyone else about the future programs because they have no idea what I'm talking about, anyway.
I can't wait until their wedding premieres on those screens. When Sam and Freddie got married, their marriage got more hits than the Royal Wedding. That's a hard task. Everyone wanted to see it; they are celebrities, sort of. What makes them easy to admire is that they did it themselves. They worked for their web-show with blood, sweat, and tears; all three of them went far. They didn't film a sex tape to get famous like Kim Kardashian did. And by the way, she happened to be in California when the "Great Sinking" happened. No one cried for her.
Those stupid kids. They act like they'll never get back together. Don't they realize that I know everything? If they came to me, they'd be surprised.
Bazzinga! (Why did I just write that? Weird.)
Caleb :)
