Happy Birthday

Dear FutureMe, Well, happy birthday you old git. How are the food pills and flying cars treating you? I take it you're still alive - unless we can email the dead in the future... I wonder if you had the bottle to ask her out? You know who I mean. Unless you're senile and a nurse / robot is reading this to you. If not I can't tell you there's plenty more fish in the sea - not at your age. Still, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it all seems so stupid now, you left the country and married a rich supermodel or something. Nah. Not your style, right? If they've invented time-travel you have my permission to come back and slap me. OK, its time for you nap - don't let the staff steal your stuff. Bye.