today I am a fraud.

I know a lot of other people are fraudulent, but today, I am a much bigger fraud than usual.

I'm pretending I know Spanish.
I'm pretending I don't feel like a failure at my job. It is hard to do this when my manager keeps telling me that I am a real failure.

I'm pretending I did not wake up on the wrong side of the poverty line.
I'm pretending I didn't just drink 32 oz. of Dr. Pepper at work, or that I do this on a regular basis to calm down, or to face my afternoons at the bank.

I'm fake-smiling. And I don't smell good. My hands have smelled like a sandwich all day, which, if you know me, this is a reason I usually avoid sandwiches. And you also know how important smell is to me.

And no Dr. Smith, I didn't finish reading Freud's article on the Uncanny.

FRAUD. FAKE. IMPOSTOR.

Okay, cool. Tomorrow is a new day and this season of life has an expiration date.