Sometimes I feel like after 27 years  I'm finally ready for the world and I have a strong desire to go back to pre-K or some early memory time to start living from scratch. Like I could really nail it this time. But then everything would play out differently and how can I predict it'd or I'd be any better, blah blah blah, but you kna'mean. I'll just start drafting letters to my former self to help guide her along the way, to remind her what a mess her former, older self used to be that she thought she could be of some service to the now younger, better version who is already eschewing the stuff she foreshadows. I bet she wouldn't blog.