I had spent the 24 hours prior to today thinking it was Friday. What is strange about it? What does one do on Fridays that one does not on Thursdays? I do not know. But I feel as though Time has cheated me. It took away one day. It has given me a day that will by default repeat itself. FridayFriday. Like a stuck record. Like velcro. Like a mirror upon a mirror.
I could not even feel the skin of Thursday and am faced with Friday's flesh.