The Countdown

In a mere few hours, Janet will arrive at my door. I have this feeling like I should have a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a baseball bat in the other, just in case.

I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't anxious. I've had this exact feeling before. I just can't place when or why.

I can't come right out and tell her I don't remember anything, but I need to try and get as much information from her as possible without getting her suspicions up.

Oh, and I am doing laundry today. Just because I can't remember shit doesn't mean I like walking around in dirty underwear!

If this is my last post, it's either that she finished the job the others started or keeping this up isn't good for my immediate survival, based on what I can gleen from Janet.

We'll see.