Time warp again?

I hadn't seen Marc in a couple of years. We weren't exactly friends, but friendly acquaintances. We knew each other in college. I was buying apples. He had a bag of assorted vegetables. I said, hello.

"Oh, hey Bill," he said. "How you been?"

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"Staying busy." He looks at me strangely for a long second. "You know, I was just thinking you look almost exactly like the guy who lived upstairs from me when I was in Grad school."

"Really?" I say.

"Yeah, it's really kind of uncanny."

"I get that a lot," I tell him --and I sort of do.

Small talk died after that. I took my apples and was on my way. I left him to buy his salad mulch. I knew Marc in college. He was a senior when I was a freshman. He got his masters degree then came back as a grad student my senior year. I now remind people I know of other people they used to know, after they met me.

On the upside, evidently my upcoming time travel project turned out pretty good. Marc didn't mention anything about my avoiding robotic cyborgs followed by a Guns N Roses Soundtrack or needing to get the Delorean up to 88 miles an hour. I figure I'm okay, but probably bored.

Any requests for adjusting the time line? I don't know. I figure I should have something to do while I'm apparently avoiding my own life. I'm presuming I'm going to be in Morgantown circa 1991-1993. This was the period of time Marc was at WVU. I didn't make my first visit to Morgantown until 1995. I'm guessing I forgot to bring lottery numbers (again), so any thoughts on dining, jobs, etc would be appreciated.