forced time travel

The suburb I live in now was built maybe two years ago, four at the max, so taking things back to 1992, I would wake up in an endless field surrounded by sad-eyed cows.

"Hello, New Mom! =D"

I guess I would have to learn to live like an honest cow, living off of udder milk and wheat grass. I'd spend my days refusing the advances of ovulating heifers, and sleeping in the shade. At night I'd dream about being a human again. Then one day I will be slaughtered and sold as a Wendy's Texas Double Cheeseburger to my past-self.

It will be the most delicious burger I ever eat in my paradoxical life. ;_;

Jam it back in, in the dark.