weird weird weird

Okay, there are ghosts playing tricks on me - i know it. I mean, i am not senile yet - am I?!

first piece of evidence: i lent craig's sister my umbrella. then, i was driving down my street and noticed it in the center median all twisted and funky from the rain. i thought 'oh well, i guess she got caught in that crazy downpour at noon on saturday.' the problem, though, is that i really liked that umbrella (it was super pretty with dragon flies on it), so i was bummed. then, on sunday morning, i was talking in my kitchen, and i SWEAR, i saw that umbrella hanging on a hook in our stairwell. i even thought 'cool, that umbrella i saw was not mine.' then, today, i went to grab the umbrella, and it wasn't there. . . .weird. luckily it wasn't raining, so i started walking to the bart station, sans umbrella. then, i noticed my mangled umbrella in the median. seriously. i saw it on the hook. i'm not kidding.

second piece of evidence: when i got to my spin class this morning, i grabbed a bike and started to adjust it. i sat down and it totally felt wrong. well, the seat was on backwards. who rides like that?! anyway, i think it was someone playing a trick on me

okay, here is my final piece of evidence that ghosts exist in my world: the escalators at the civic center bart station were flipped around. so the one that normally goes up, was going down and the one that goes down was going up. where are we - europe?!

i'm not senile. there are ghosts. i swear!