I thought, well, that's it, Brad. You watched groundhog day 30 times in one month. You're not you anymore. You'll never be you again. But then you wake up the next morning and you're still you. And you realize: that was you all along. You just
you either die an obnoxious life insurance agent with poor ability to read basic social cues, or live long enough to see yourself become an omnipotent groundhog
so you run and run to catch up with the sun but its sinkingracing around to come up behind you againthe sun is the same in a relative way but you're oldershorter of breath and one day closer to death