Reminder

An email I sent earlier:

Tess,

Last night I happened to catch the last 20 minutes or so of what I now think is Final Destination 2 (possibly 3). I tuned in just in time to see one of the male characters drop his keys and wallet into a female character's hands and say something like "If I die go to my house and get rid of my stuff. My drugs. My porno. My mom can't find it." After seeing that, all I could think of was Beck's mom who found all her embarrassing paraphernalia while she and her hubby were on their honeymoon. While I have no drugs or porno (well…. drugs anyway, thanks to your business venture ;) to speak of I did realize that I've had that same thought before. What if something happened? Even something stupid like I ran off to Barbados because I "couldn't take it anymore" or was abducted by aliens, or during a fit of depression I ate too many cookies and spontaneously combusted, who would go through my stuff? I'm not taking the risk of not knowing. So I'm officially appointing you to do the job, in a pact similar to that of the "If I'm in a coma bring…" nature. If any of the preceding bad things were to happen to me I want you to find every diary (old and ESPECIALLY current) in my bedroom, then go through my dvd cabinet and take out any that I may be ashamed to admit I own (example: I don't care if people know I own "Too Wong Foo" or "Earth Girls are Easy" but take "Uptown Girls", and "Harold and Kumar go the White Castle (Yeah, it seems odd to me too)). Take my whole nightstand. I've got no clue what's in that bottom drawer but it can't possibly be good. And for the love of Pete, find the check stub from my first published story and get rid of it. Eat it if you have to. I never told my mom about the subject matter.
Sometime in the future send me your list and we'll make make it official. X's & O's.