One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can’t cope with. There is no problem with changing the course of history—the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end. The major problem is simply one of grammar, and the main work to consult in this matter is Dr. Dan Streetmentioner’s Time Traveler’s Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations. It will tell you, for instance, how to describe something that was about to happen to you in the past before you avoided it by time-jumping forward two days in order to avoid it. The event will be descibed differently according to whether you are talking about it from the standpoint of your own natural time, from a time in the further future, or a time in the further past and is futher complicated by the possibility of conducting conversations while you are actually traveling from one time to another with the intention of becoming your own mother or father. Most readers get as far as the Future Semiconditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional before giving up; and in fact in later aditions of the book all pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy skips lightly over this tangle of academic abstraction, pausing only to note that the term “Future Perfect” has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be. ― Douglas Adams


Okay, so the plan was to go vegan after the gloriously greasy breakfast, second breakfast, elevensie, lunch, second lunch and teatime at today’s office pot luck party. As you can see from the picture, yes, I did order a really nice serving of salad. What you don’t see in the picture is this giant serving of sinfully creamy pasta carbonara right next to it. Not mine. Well, not exactly.  Uh, I ate that too. Not the whole thing. But… well, it is a shared serving. So I, well, took my share.

Oh, the guilt!

Okay, so the plan is to gym tomorrow after rehearsals. Good. The battle should be considered half won. At least. Only fifty percent more to get full marks.

Then again, I’ve always been your middle of the bell curve, average in every sense of the word kinda girl. Rite? Uh, except for all those time I rant about individuality. But individualism don’t believe in a scoring system.

Phew. Saved.

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