i’ve seen enough episodes of star trek/outer limits/twilight zone to know what’s really happening here. i’m not gonna point fingers or get mad or anything, i just want it put to an end—pronto.

turns out that i’ve been cloned. oldest trick in the book. there are two of me, i think, running around pretending to be eric. i’m the real one, of course. i think.

the other one is certainly having a blast, probably still in london causing mayhem… breaking hearts on the dancefloor, being hilarious in smoke-filled pubs, his social calendar overflowing, fun and friends around each corner.

this one, erm, i mean me, well, i’m not sure that i’m the real eric. i’m some alternate version of eric, it would seem. he’s london, i’m california. he’s surrounded by friends, i’m sat in an empty hotel room. he works it on the dancefloor, i work it in my cubicle.

there’s so much going on, yet so little to write about. i glance back at evijhserf entries from a year ago, two years ago. excitement, intrigue, drama.

now, well, there’s not much going on. i could write about the squirrel that woke me up this morning. or the smoke alarm that woke me up the night before. or cominug out of the grocery store and forgetting which car was mine, cuz i’ve had like four rental cars in the past few months.

i’m not complaining, really, i just feel a bit out-of-sync with my normal lifestyle, and thus my normal persona. sure, i’m just at a little lull right now, and i really should be grateful to have some downtime after the stress of moving countries.