By evening, I was sure the day had developed a personality.
I checked the time twice and still saw the same minute. I opened a chat and found a message in my draft. I was sure I had already sent it. I even made coffee, took a sip, and somehow it looked like the cup was still full.
At that point I just stood there and laughed.
Then I did the obvious thing. I checked the date.
April 1.
So yes, something felt off. It was me. And welcome to my April Fools Penitentiary!
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