[ WP ] You write a note to your future self . When you store it , you find another note there- a response from your older self .

Feb 25: I found a neat website that sends you and e-mail at a pre-programmed time. I figured, what the hell, I'm gon na bury a time capsule in the backyard, forget all about it, and send myself a reminder e-mail from the past to go dig it up. I'll even go buy a pack of.. uh... baseball cards? Are those still a thing? To put in there. Who knows, future me might strike the jackpot! 
 
 Mar 04: So I got some 4 inch PVC sewage pipe and end caps. I'll use some PVC cement to seal it up, that should last 20 years, easy, and still be able to be opened with a hacksaw just fine. I even ordered some oxygen eaters from some prepping website -- they use them to make sealed stored food last longer -- and a dehumidifying agent. Hopefully everything inside will be in pristine shape when it comes time! I went to the store and just bought a pack of all the different kinds of customizable card games they had, and I'll include a copy of these journal entries and a letter to myself. 
 
 Mar 09: It's been raining, so I still have n't buried the thing. I have figured out just where I'm going to put it, though! I'll bury it right at the corner of my lot, just a foot inside the property line. I checked with the county and the utility easements do n't run anywhere near there, and you ca n't build anything within 10 feet of the property line. It's far enough out that even if someone did put up a fence, they would n't hit it. Barring something dramatic happening, nobody should find it between now and then. 
 
 Mar 12: What. The. Hell. I dug down to bury my sealed time capsule and I hit something. I thought it was another rock. Nope. It was another time capsule. Exactly the same size and construction as the one sitting next to the hole, just a little more aged and worn from being underground. Considering this lot was an undeveloped section of a former plantation that last changed hands in 1932 and has never had humans living here before ( at least after PVC was invented ), it was surprising. I'm not sure if I actually want to open it. 
 
 Mar 13: I cleaned off the mystery time capsule and found some writing scratched into the side. I did n't see it before because of the dirt, but now I ca n't *not* see it. It calls me out by name and says to open the capsule on March 15th, of this year. It's official, I'm freaked the hell out. 
 
 Mar 15: I'm scared. I do n't want to open it. I do n't want to **not** open it. I tried shaking it, but it's packed just as well as the one I made, I ca n't make out any noise. What the hell, I'm going for it. BANZAI! 
 
 Mar 16: Future me is an asshole. Of course I slept with your wife, she's my wife too! You know what, just for that, I'm going to figure out how I sent that damn thing back in time and get payback with a glitter bomb of my own!
