{Blog} LOST: Week's Worth Of Memories

Jul 20, 2010 18:42

20 July 2010

...I-I believe I've found myself in a bit of a queer situation. To be entirely frank... that is... W-why can't I remember anything that happened in the last week or so...? I don't even have snatches of memory!  It all just...empty space. It more than a little worrisome. Especially when the most reasonable explanation is not applicable. No telltale empty bottles in sight, thank you.

What's more is that I woke up this morning in what seemed to be a small (and ripped) cloak fashioned from what looked like to be my good drapes...a-and nothing else. Good Lord, it's the jail cell and apron incident all over again.

Oh, and Dewi was there too. But as he was spouting out some nonsense that I inflicted head trauma upon him and destroyed Rose (whoever that is, daft prat) I have no interest in speaking of him.

But, yes. This lack of memories has me a little concerned. Was I simply knocked for six the whole time...or was I up and about, doing things I have no recollection of...?

...I'm not entirely sure if I want to find out.

what the bloody hell, oh joy britannia angel, that welsh one, the fluctuating luck of an englishman, {post type: blog}, there's no place like liberty

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