Tehee :P

Imagine that you've somehow gained access to a time machine. Make a list of advice you'd impart to your past (or questions you'd ask your future) self.

Sveta towards her younger self:

I was going to say: "Don't. Just don't." But I've changed my mind: "Go ahead, smash your head against the wall. See how you like it..." I know I didn`t.

Tell us, in one hundred words, about a time you could not make up your mind.

Carter POV, because I honestly can't remember him getting a drabble:

Carter stumbled over the doorstep to his balcony and fell hard. His forehead hit the back of a chair and he cursed under his breath. It took him a few moments, but he managed to feel the alcohol soaking in his pants. He grumbled, stood up and flung his glass in the night. It landed on the pavement with a passable crash. 

All the while his phone wouldn't stop ringing.

Carter collapsed on the chair. He didn't have to pick up the phone to know it was Josh. Or Marianne. Or the two of them together. He stared at a star, trying to imagine the two of them together. The best he could manage was a creepy image of Marianne holding  a scalpel and Josh with one of his big guns. 

He took a shuddering breath of cold air. To hell with both of them. He wasn't doing this now.