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Don't know what it's doing. GROUNDHOG I have nothing to say and that's not so okay because the mornings are really not fresh except for the ever-needy cat kneading and needing nothing like renewal happens here like him I scratch around furniture try to figure out what I'll do today will money hold up probably the same as yesterday nothing--my life is a Seinfeld Experience and my broken mainspring feels so self-renewing that I must study the calendar on my computer to figure out what day it is or put on TV news and know that if it's shown this is still a weekday so do I need to go to the market do I need to go anywhere does another day of ageing make it get any easier or is boredom simply inert a substanceless gas no easier no harder just is?