Groundhog Day

Goodmorning, campers!

It is now February 2. All over again. The Day of the Groundhog has begun. Think about it. That's some pretty heavy shit, there. For real.

Good morning, campers!

I am only a test.

I am a test. I am only a test. If I were a real emergency, I would instruct you all (and then assist in instructing myself) where to go.

And then we'd all skip on over to Starbucks with silly-ass grins, order fresh croissants and grande white chocolate mochas, and proceed to grin between gnoshing and sipping as we surfed on free Wi-Fi until they kicked us out. And then the alarm would go off and it would be February 2 all over again.

Fucking groundhogs.