Last night I went bowling. I woke up this morning, thinking it was Saturday and at around three, Hecate told me it's Friday. It was creepy: as though everything was black and white all of a sudden, and Rod Serling came out of nowhere and started talking. Maybe that's what bowling does to you. Or maybe it was those wild dreams I had last night, which bled into today. It's a little embarrassing. But at least I gained a day.