Will it ever be warm in this town again? It feels like it won't. Things are dire in this town. There's a mayor election run off, Patrick Kane has a broken clavicle, which is the collarbone, and we have tests to take for the next 2 months. Yuck.
Mom asks if there is anything good in our lives? Alas, no. There is nothing good, I say. We asked Jack if he agrees and he said "reality is an a priori construct. Nothing is good, we're all going to die." I have no idea what he is talking about, but he is probably right.
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