Failure

The man behind the curtain rarely comes out to let you know you're screwing up his play. Imagine my surprise when just that happened, only not in the way one would imagine it happening...

It was more like a firing, only rather than being asked to clean off your desk and leave, you're placed in a stasis chamber and given a date and time of when you'll wake up. Only when you do, it's on a bed at... 11:33 P.M., EST. On the 15th. Of January.

My nails are long, telling me that I've probably not been in cryo or whatever but more likely just forgotten everything that has led up to this ppoint. I'm fairly certain that I just slipped up again, somewhere, but I don't have the resources to figure out what that was. I need to get my bearings and determine what needs to be done.

11:36 P.M. The only real good thing about all this is in how I don't currently feel tired. Whatever happened seems to have cleared that up rather well, so I'll devote this time to determining what may have caused this/// amnesia.

11:37 P.M. Again, I'm on a bed, my bed, at home. Apparently I need to clean my sheets, or something else could be making that smell. To clarify, I woke up with my laptop open, this blog open, with the title awaiting a name. I figured since I could barely remember where I was, "Success" was not a valid option.

11:39 P.M. I should throw on some shoes and run out to see if anything has changed in regards to my house or what have you, but right now I feel like all my answers are going to be found on here. Oof. I just had a hunger pang. Now that I think about it, I may have not eaten in a month and a half. Be right back.

11:45 P.M. I have... fresh food in my fridge. And in the pantry. terrifying. It could be that I had an amnesia attack, though I doubt I could have just forgotten a month and a half. That's kind of silly. Yeah. silly like having gusts of wind assault your door.

11:50 P.M. Nails trimmed, sandwich made. Roast beef on rye with Swiss and lettuce, little brown mustard. Kinda hurts to swallow right now. Stomach feels empty. I mean like running on fumes empty. Alright, so maybe the frozen for 1.5 months theory is gaining ground on the amnesia one. I figured the food killed the other one, though if it doesn't where's the food from? (me)

.......11:52 P.M. Do that again. (sure) ...Fuck. Weren't you talking in all caps before? (nothim) Oh, good. Do me a favor and be silent for awhile. OK, nothing else showed up, so here. this is my mental breakdown. I didn't think it would happen like this, but whatever. (notbreakdown)(seeingforfirsttime) Fuck you, seeing what? Seeing how I lost a month? Again? Seeing how this shit doesn't make any sense? (n no, you shut up now. I'm talking. 11:56 P.M. You shut up. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'll be damned if I'm just gonna lie down and take it.

11:57 P.M. It's gone for now. I don't know who it's working for, I just know I've had it with these... whatever they are. I'm gonna finish eating, then I'm going out to see if I can determine just what the hell is really happening. 11:59 P.M., leaving now.