I know your rules say that you’re not allowed to change your personal history, but could you contact yourself, explain the situation and ask yourself to lend you a few bucks?
Wait. Let me get this straight… you built a time machine out of a Mazda Protege?
Well, if you’re going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with a bit of cl–Ow! Stop hitting me!
I was going to ask you to drop myself off in early 1984 so I could send a letter to myself to ask that girl out, dammit, she’s one of the good ones!, but I see that’s already contraindicated. And we already established that taking my laptop back that far is likely to get me killed. So… um… maybe we could go to Windows on the World restaurant in the World Trade Center in NYC instead?