Today is like cleaning out your closet and finding your eighth grade algebra book, in which you answered all the end-of-chapter questions right on the pages with a pencil, and pulling out two pieces of paper, one being a note from Linda Franken that asks if you're going to Sandra Thurber's party tomorrow and if you'd like to walk over with her if you are going and might you know why Bonnie Sanders is being such a bitch today, and the other being a receipt from Crown Books for a paperback you bought with some birthday money from your grandmother in Wisconsin who you haven't seen in over ten years because of the divorce, which no one in the family really feels comfortable talking about, and the title of that paperback was The Parsifal Mosaic.