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Dear Star Trek (the next generation, of course), upon second observation….you’re really quite embarrassing. Dear self….what were you THINKING?!?! Dear family, how could you stand to let me be so obsessed with such a ridiculous show? Dear self, how could you be such an incredible nerd that you actually attended a CONVENTION?!?! Dear husband, please stop mocking my foolish adolescent choices. Trust me when I say that my inner chastening is punishment enough. Dear Worf, you’re still awesome. Live long and prosper.