'Who is that? Who is that? Emerging from his burrow? Who will see today what we wont see until tomorrow? Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring-'

Phil awoke to that same alarm every morning. The mix of repetitive melody and annoying radio banter wasn't exactly a pleasing sound to wake up to every day. Phil grabbed the alarm and threw it across the room, which broke instantly.

Another Groundhog day, like it was every day, because yesterday is today, and there is no tomorrow. Ever since learning that at the bar with two drunkards, he didn't knew whether to be overjoyed or depressed.

As much as Phil contemplated staying in bed and ignoring everything, either that or just straight up killing himself again, he decided to get up anyway. He 'answered' Rita's wake up call- as in, taking out the phone and putting it back in the receiver before she could say anything. Then he dressed up like how he usually does, and headed right on out. No coffee, Mrs Lancaster, thank you.

Afterwards, Phil arrived at Gobbler's Knob and met up with Rita and Larry, and though he usually skips his report, he decided to do it today, albeit half-assed. The groundhog had seen its shadow, six more weeks of winter, yadda yadda... seemed like this winter will never end. At least that was over with. He just had to figure out what to do now. The time after the celebration, he could do whatever, then again he could have always done whatever he wanted from the start of the day to the finish.

He just sighed and rolled his eyes. He'd seen and experienced all of this about a million times now, more or less. He gave up on counting the amount of loops after a while. Phil was about to walk away before accidentally bumping into someone. Not a usual occurrence, this was mostly cause of his current carelessness. Either way, he just replied in whatever way he could.

"Oops." He merely spoke absentmindedly, not even bothering to apologize as he assumed whoever he bumped into was just another resident. Not that it mattered, anyway.