I woke up today thinking it was February 15th, 2011.
...it's not.
On the 11th, my Internet was cut off because I hadn't paid the bill. It's hard to pay things when you don't have much of a job to go to. So I sold some things (a bike, old computer parts, a lot of things in my garage, some old baby toys in the attic) and I paid my Internet off for the month. Then I went about getting a job.
I felt followed the entire time. Then again, who doesn't when that thing is present in your life.
The 12th. Went to therapy, had a nice talk, went job hunting, didn't have time to get up through those boxes in the attic yet. I know, it's been forever. I need to get up there and work on them, though.
The 13th. Found a job and managed to talk the manager in to letting me work that same day. I'm glad I still know how to mix drinks, yeah? Bartending isn't such a bad job.
The 14th. I remember waking up, going to the attic, opening the first box I saw and finding a camera. It was an old camera and it took actual film. So I opened it.
It was black.
No pictures were on it, I guess. So I put it back.
Then... nothing. I assumed that I just fell asleep. It happens a lot for me.
So when I woke up today laying on the floor of the attic, I figured it was just a new day, the 15th.
It's March 23rd.
A few boxes were gone. Some stuff was scattered, but I only noticed the boxes that were missing. The camera was gone, and everything in that box.
So I have call my work, explain what happened (as best as I can) and get my Internet turned back on (I'm stealing from a neighbor right now).
I'll try to keep updated.
Adieu,
William A. Gordon
