Day Seventeen

The day started at 11:00, to much noise and commotion from the neighbours.  Amidst the regular yardwork and vehicle sounds, I could faintly detect a vague scream of some obscure nature.  Gazing through the window of my room, I beheld a man who looked strikingly similar to myself.  Same hair, clothes, everything, really. Turning away in awestruck confusion, I turned back to the window to no remaining traces of that mirror-figure. It was naught but a dream, a hallucination, I figured.

Nothing else of that day was really notable.  I managed to kill an entire party in a Dungeons and Dragons game, but that's really it.