There's something about a genre called "Bizarro" that might be a bit ... too self-conscious, perhaps? It's a risk. Just look at some of the titles. That said, this was pretty great. It's certainly bizarre, a story that opens with the male narrator believing he has laid an egg in the night and quickly heads towards a sort of sci-fi looping structure that I'm still attempting to work out. But pacing these devices out with extremely mundane forms of malaise makes sets them in place surprisingly well and gives them a level of credibility. And the fact that this actually managed to reach some kind of pathos in the second act is quite a feat. The narrator insists on his way of dealing with things long after most people would have begun to wonder, but his stoic lack of imagination is believable and ultimately tragic.