I stayed up til a little past seven this morning, working on the final paper for one of my classes. I got up three hours later, and I swear all I must’ve done while I was sleeping was dream my way through the paper and wander some dreamscape paper cut-out of my house, because all day long I’ve been plagued by deja vu.

My darling seester likes deja vu, because she thinks it means she’s on the right track. And so all day I’ve felt oddly reassured, even though part of me worries that this is some sort of Donnie Darko scenario, where I’ve already been squished by a plane toilet in some alternate reality, and the reality I’m experiencing is just some faint echo of my last days.

Or maybe I just need a nap.