Today is Monday, August 1st. I’m wearing a light pink sweater made of what I think is alpaca and my second favorite pair of pants, both of which I should’ve steamed before leaving the house. Every clock I look at is wrong; my laptop 2 minutes faster than my iPhone, my iPhone 3 minutes slower than the clock in the station. I noticed the bag I carry everyday for work has started tearing at the seams and I’m missing my parents dearly.