One of those days ...

It's one of those days when you walk aimlessly in the streets with your earphones plugged tightly inside your ears so that you hear no noise, not honking, no men hassling. A long daydream in which you walk into a shop, try something on, pay for it and leave. You go home and ask yourself why you bought it and feel grateful it was only a two-dollar item.
It's one of those days when flashes from the past and others from the future keep playing in front of your eyes. When you feel warm simply because your bag fell to the right and touched your leg. Yes, you need a touch that much.
It's one of those days when you get mad at the professor who tells you to re-do an assignment that was lost due to a technical problem and you feel she didn't talk to you nicely and take it all out on a colleague then apologize to him sending him an e-mail later to tell him that you are worried about your trip to New York and actually feel scared already, that you don't want to go because you have a feeling one of your parents might pass away while you are away from them, that you don't want to go because you don't want the new city to change you into a hard person, that you can't bear to stay another year where you are, though.
It's one of those days when you go to work at 9.00 pm and finish preparation in one hour rather than the usual three hours.
It's one of those days when only your father's warm hug might make you feel better.