"Fuuuuuccck." I rolled over, hitting my alarm.
That's not right.
It's supposed to be Thursday... Right..
I don't work on Thursday's.
Or even if it was Friday... I don't work then either.
What the hell?
I rolled over and looked at the date on my laptop...
The laptop was still on.
"What the fuck?" I said aloud.
I was absolutely positive that I turned it off last night.
I jumped up and ran over to it, looking at the date.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016.

I almost fell.
What?
No, it was Thursday. Or Friday.
I don't understand.
What's going on?
I'm going absolutely fucking crazy.
I almost knocked everything off my nightstand trying to find my phone.
"What the hell, what the hell, what the hell..." I said, fumbling with it, typing in my password and clicking on Skype.
"Wildcat. Tyler." I said, panicking.
"Delirious?" Tyler said, sleepily.
"Tyler. What day is it?" I asked.
"It's Thursday. Isn't it?" He asked.
"Dude, turn on your phone. Look at the date." I said.
A moment of silence.
When he talked again, I almost jumped.
"What the fuck." He said.
"I know. What does it say?" I asked.
"...Wednesday. What?" He asked, confused.
"I know. Dude. My phone is doing the same thing. I don't understand." I said.
"Dude. Call the guys." He said.
"Okay."
I said.
I hung up and started a group call.
If it really was Wednesday, we were supposed to call around this time anyway.
As I thought, everyone answered.
"Guys. What day is it?" I asked.
Tyler and I were silent.
"It's Wednesday." Lui said.
"No. It's not." I said.
"What are you going in about, Delirious?" Nogla asked.
I was so fucking confused...
This doesn't make any sense.
"Guys. Lui you got home from Daithi's three days ago." I said.
"No, I just got home yesterday." Lui responded.
"No! You didn't! You got home Tuesday! Guys, It's Friday!" Mini said, panicking.
"I know! This doesn't make any fucking sense!" Tyler almost screamed.
"Uh...? Should I call a mental hospital?" Moo asked.
"Moo, wasn't yesterday your anniversary with Brian?" I asked.
"What? No. That's tomorrow." Brian said.
"Today's the 14th though..." Craig said.
"Guys. It's the 12th." Evan said.
"How do you forget your own anniversary? Are you guys losing track of the days?" I asked.
"No, Jonathan. It's the 12th. Are you guys tripping?" Marcel asked.
I don't understand.
"I don't have time for this," I said.
"I don't have time for whatever prank you guys are pulling on me, Mini and Tyler. But this isn't funny. I'm so confused." I said, hanging up.
I got dressed.
Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I'm the one who's losing track of the days...
But Mini and Tyler are, too.

What's going on?

I froze.
I got my car towed yesterday.
It's in the shop.
Does that mean...
That never really happened?
Or was I frozen in time...?
What the hell.

I pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a purple shirt.
Pulling on my Under Armour's, I raced down the stairs to my car.
It won't be here.
It won't.
But as soon as I walked onto my porch, I saw it.
My purple Mustang, undamaged from the kicks it delivered yesterday.
I walked over to it.
There was still trash in it.
I got into it, and like I predicted, it wouldn't start.
My phone started ringing.
"Mini, this isn't the time." I said to the caller.
"No, listen. Delirious. They aren't pranking us." He said.
I sighed.
"I didn't think they were. It just would've been easier to think they were." I said, running my fingers in the steering wheel.
"I think there's something wrong. Listen, I know this sounds crazy. But this is the only explanation..."
I sighed.
"What, Craig?"
"Del, I think we're frozen in time."
He said.
I almost laughed.
"Mini, everyone is still doing things. It just never changes. It's like the same day happens over and over again. And they don't notice... The guys, I mean. Except for me and you and Tyler." I told him.
He sighed.
"But how did this happen?" He asked.
"I don't know." I answered.
"Listen, I'm going to talk to Tyler tonight. Carry on throughout your day. See who all doesn't realize it's Friday, and tell us if it isn't just us. Or if it is." He told me.
I agreed.
"Okay. Bye Delirious."