11/25/63 5:01 pm

that's what the digital clock in the washington street transfer tunnel said today. it's interesting because i should either not exist (if the clock is implying 1963) or be 85 (if the clock is suggesting 2063). neither of those possiblities make me feel particularly good.

today has been immensely boring, but tonight me and beck get to plan the trip to boston. i've always wanted to go to boston.

my trapper-keeper has ravenous puppies on it, thank you very much.