Yeah. So it’s been three years, today. And I don’t even really know what that means anymore. In fact, I call bullshit on the whole time theory we all seem content enough to agree on. Because the way I see (feel) it, time’s just some continuous loop of exponential entropy that we all tumble around in for a number of trips around the sun, until someone or something or ourself decides we’re done. Yet the loop continues on. So that whole arrow of time thing… to me, it exists only on a level of say, changing the oil in your car. Which I need to do today, actually. But it’s fucking cold out. And anyway, in spite of all that, I still hate the first day of February now more than ever. And my throat still closes up tighter each time I hear the six o’clock silence the moment the hvac switches off at the office.

Anyway. Nate may have been on to something. I think. Funny how that works, huh.

I hate reading this one.