Today is December. Tomorrow is January. Next week sometime will be 2013. Time is becoming less relevant and more amusing; the wooshing sound the clock hands make.
I have used up all of my relevant life milestones at this point. The only ones that seem left right now aren't ones I have to work for: the natural progressions of age.
Oh yeah. And the train smells like feces for some reason.
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