Context: Also like Worf , my clock underwent experimental " surgery " when I attempted to get it to run on batteries in the hope that it was just the electrical cord that was damaged . No luck . My dead clock sat on my night table , not chiming and not telling me the time . For three days . Until two days ago around midnight when I heard from inside the closed lid the sound of a chime tuned to E. I quickly opened the lid to discover that my alarm clock was on and flashing 12:00 , having apparently regenerated itself from its redundant Klingon anatomy .
Question: Why might the narrator be late for things in the morning ?
Option 0: They were procrastinating shopping for batteries .
Option 1: None of the above choices .
Option 2: There was no point , because lately they had no luck .
Option 3: Their time device is no longer functioning properly .
Answer: 3