There is something very odd about today. I was late to my two jobs and people don't seem to want to talk to me. What gives? Not that I want the attention, considering I have 15 articles to abstract. It's just odd. I'm like an Alice lost in a world where the breathing beings around her don't know who she is or give a shit what she does. Well, except maybe the Queen of Hearts, who'd want nothing but cut her (my) head off.

Where is that key to the little door out? I want to escape.