The Time is 11:34, welcome to Hell.
For the past year, I've noticed everytime I look at the clock it always says 11:34, flipped upside down: HELL. The only logical conclusion is that I'm going to hell, in hell, or some combination of the two. This may sound a bit psychotic, but I notice this on an almost daily basis. I guess I've built some inner-alarm clock that subconsciously makes me look at the clock at exactly 11:34 everyday or maybe it's the only time I remember seeing because I'm nuts. Either way, it means something. Something important. I told Grace about my little clock problem and she comforted me. Then she started noticing it too. Except she only sees the clock when it says 11:35 or SELL. I still can't figure out what that means. But I am sure it's very very bad.