And so I have this very eerie feeling that something is amiss.

It could be that having gone to a friend's second baby shower and looking at the unbelievably cute baby boy trying to smash his football on the lovely cake and pastries table set up to welcome his little sister I thought:
"- Not returnable, hey?"
And that didn't seem quite right.

It could be that I have this nagging feeling that I need to go back home. And alás, I write this from the bedroom I've had for over a decade and so it just seems off beat.

It could be that being now well over midnight and having a 16 hour workday ahead of me tomorrow my neurons hate me for craving for coke (the drinking, legal type), and I know they are right, but you know, you just don't say no to coke.

It could be that it's the 6th time the same song plays and I haven't had the strenght to go and change it and I'm partly nagged by my fatigue and partly too fatigued to do anything about it.

And it could be that I just looked in the mirror and, instead of myself, I saw an early image of my mom looking back surprised at me.

Or, really, it could just be that something is, indeed, eerily amiss.