Second time this week I've actually woken up from a dream crying - which I think beats the waking up whimpering that I'm told I was doing earlier this year. This time, some sort of temporal loop occured where Woogie was alive again, and so naturally we had to execute him again. Boy howdy, if you think killing your pet once is funny, wait'll you have to do it a second time. As Bex is fond of saying, "ow, my soul!" Then later on in the day (the real day, not the dream day), Adam and I were driving home from 3QF when we saw an identical black Smrt car about twenty seconds further along the road from us, and no matter what we did, we couldn't catch up to it. We quickly theorized that the other car was in fact us, twenty seconds in the future. Only it was an us from an alternate version of reality where our lives had been completely different for the past 25 years, except that now on this day we had both had to drive down to Canadian Tire to pick up a Christmas tree stand. And the twenty-seconds-in-the-future us had been at Canadian Tire twenty seconds before us, so when we found a Christmas tree stand with no price tag, it was because they had been there twenty seconds earlier and stolen the tag. Then they had gone down to 3QF twenty seconds before us and grabbed the spare stand from our closet and left us with the other spare Christmas tree stand, the one we didn't want. Those twenty-seconds-in-the-future guys are always doing stuff like that, using their temporal advantage to ace us out. And no matter what we did, Adam and I just couldn't catch up to that car. But it's probably for the best because if we'd met our future selves... well, Doc Brown wasn't wrong about that shit. He wasn't.

Otherwise it was a pretty normal day.