it was another same old day. it was just another saturday and I had to work, quite the same as usual. nothing seemed to have changed. feeling exhausted after getting home, i'm wondering how many times i have done the same. i sometimes feel like i'm just repeating the same days that have no past nor future, just like the endless eight. i might have repeated the same ol' stuff more than fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-seven times...
then, who is haruhi? who is mikuru? who is yuki? maybe they three are all mixed up to be my wife. then who is koizumi? dunno! i don't care. i never care. i sometimes imagine that my wife were to be an alien or a time traveler, or even an esp. actually she has never shown me any extra power that ordinary people don't have. the fact is that she's been my wife for about a quarter century, and she is occasionally as arrogant and aggressive as haruhi, as calm and eccentric as yuki, and as cute and cowardly as mikuru.
i'm looking for something that i should have done, what i should have already started. i'm still lookin' for that with no clue. it seems i will have to find it all by myself, if i'm now really stacking into a time loop. or maybe i'm just only getting old day by day.
