Apparently, I Am Not Myself Today

So about an hour ago, I started getting these weird texts through Facebook Messenger, from someone I didn’t recognize, and who I’m not connected with on Facebook. She started off with a cheery hello, then proceeded to tell me everything she’d eaten today, and that she was following everything up with a glass of water.

 

 

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I said, “Good for you, although I have no idea why you’re telling me this.”

Turns out that she’s on a diet, and her sponsor’s name is Sylvia, and she was just checking in. I’d gotten the Facebook Messenger equivalent of a wrong number. I said, “Well, best of luck to you!”, and we went our separate ways.

Here’s the thing: while I was processing that weirdness (which turned out to be not so weird, but it was weird at the time), the mail came. I got a shipment of Spirits of Christmas yesterday, and the box that came today was also from my publisher. However, this was most definitely NOT a book of ghost stories.

So now I’m home alone, and really kind of starting to question my identity. If I get to work tomorrow and no one recognizes me, or if it turns out that I work for the CIA instead of the library, I’ll know that the brainwashing has worn off.

[image error]Does this look even remotely spooky to you? Nah, me neither.