I'm in NY. It's 12:31. LOL
Night. :-)
Nite DJ.
We have tech savvy FReepers who can help you fix that clock.
You needn’t but ask.
Funny, I can but walk in these but shoes. Someone help me. No seriesly.
Oh, laces. Never mind. Um, oh... are all your clocks wrong over yonder in NY?
We can help. Mostly in increments. I’ll donate a few moments here and there.
I’m sure some of my southern FRiends will help too. Let’s look at it this way:
You might live in the north east. A northern state, by southern standards.
You have a son named Chris. You call him Chris. One syllable: Chris.
Okay, now say you live in the southern tier of states, and you have the distinctive calmness that southerness imparts...
You have a son named Chris. His name is three syllables: Chr-yee-is.
Okay, you see, the south is already, three-to-one, helping to accommodate the north in syllabic effort alone. They’re saving you two syllables for each one.
Mobile, AL: Let’s go have dinner. New York, NY: S’gweet. (translation: Let’s go eat.) The savings are obvious! I join my southern brothers and sisters in thankfulness for this transcendent time gift they share, selflessly, with us.
Need we go west? I fully embrace my westernfulness. Need we go further?
Well, there you have it. Sleep on it. Or, as we say out here... Shush now, get some sleep!