December 1, 2004
I'm writing this today, but this is not the today you might think it is. It is the today that is five days later than this today. I'm running behind, you see. I couldn't think of anything to write on the first and now I am writing this five days later, and I still don't have anything to write. I guess I could write that today is today, considering that time does not exist and the days and months and years of the calendar are constructs made by man. Every day is the same day, so today is today…huh?