This is what happened when:

Dear Future Me, Today you are in a grinding office job with some slim hopes of getting out of here and going to graduate school. You're possibly in love with a certain KL, although you're not sure of that, nor are you even sure what "love" really entails. Your rats are getting a bit elderly and you have six of them, but are sorely tempted to adopt some slightly handicapped babies you heard about. Your house is messy and could use a good cleaning, and you really need to learn how to cook healthily and economically for one person--either that, or get a roommate. Your fridge needs fixing and you're glad at least a couple of your neighbors aren't assholes. You have discovered that you dislike Cheshire cheese and that you're uncertain about early Jerry Lewis movies. The nature of depression as a mental illness and how it fits into Buddhist practice has been on your mind a lot today. The Gestalt "Paradoxical Theory of Change" and how it sometimes helps to watch sad movies when you are sad, rather than comedies, has also been on your mind a lot today. All in all you've been rather sad and pathetic and a bit sorry for yourself. You should probably cut yourself a break. Love, Me.