Daylight savings time, snow melts that lead to ankle-deep slush/water hybrid puddles, birds returning to chirp and swoop and shit on everything. That's springtime, but thanks to all of these impediments and blessings, I don't actually know what time it is. Winter dies with a vengeance – real winter, I mean. Some of you out there might think that a dusting of snow and -10 Celsius weather is a serious ordeal, but you're weak and have nothing noteworthy to brag about or discuss.
Anyways, my computer and my alarm clock are at odds about what time it is. My cellphone agrees with my computer, and most 'stupid' electronics in my place agree with my alarm clock, so I expect it really is 7:19 right now, and everyone could attest to that. I have somewhere to be at... 7 PM.
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