A Banner Day

You know what's incredibly depressing? I have been here for an hour. No longer than a single hour. Sixty minutes of the four hundred and eighty minute day. Four hundred and twenty minutes to go. Unless I find a bathtub and toaster. Because I heard those are the two key ingredients for a time machine. Well, I can't remember if that was actually time machine or soggy bagels, but I think both would be a worthwhile venture.