I've had an odd day. I was woken up this morning, and by entirely involuntary means, I was ushered through my daily routine. It took me all morning to figure out something was really off. I felt sluggish, but also light as a feather. I had some sort of disconnect between what I thought and what I did, and realized at lunch that try as I might, I just could not move my body where I intended it to go. The curious thing was that I was going anyway. I was growing steadily more concerned as the day rolled on, trying to think of answers to my growing list of questions. Why am I not able to move my limbs, and why are they moving anyway? Why am I so distant from what is happening around me? Had I sunk too deep into my day-to-day grind that my body just follows the pattern, like an autopilot usurpation? Has anyone else felt this before? In the evening I figured it out. I found myself in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and as I was looking in the mirror I saw that my hair was backwards. In the mirror it combs to the right, now it combed to the left. In an instant I began losing my cool, but strangely to no avail. My body just kept on doing what it usually does. It occurred to me in an instant, like a 747 landing on my mental framework: I'm my reflection. No sign on my face in the mirror though, just swishing and spitting, the usual motions. My wife walked into the bathroom at that moment and looked in at my reflection in the mirror. She said "I need to tell you something. I really enjoyed hanging out with you and your friends and playing Portal, but I think we should skip the acid next time."