The Walk
Well, thanks to that credit card receipt, I have a name. But that, and a buck will get me a cup of coffee.
I decided to put Janet off for one more day. The black around my eyes is starting to turn a pale yellow and I really don't want her to think I'm as bad off as I am. I need to play things off as if I remember everything. At least until I figure out what side she is on. And what side I am on too.
She's getting anxious, though. So, I'll probably have to see her tomorrow.
I went for a walk last night to get re-acclimated to the city and to see if I could jar my memory at all. Not much is working for me, but I find it strange that the only phone calls I am getting are from Janet. No family. No work wondering where I am. No landlord banging on my destroyed door looking for rent. No mail in the mailbox. Someone went through a lot to make sure I am as clean a slate as possible.
The walk was productive though, in that I returned to find the door and windows repaired. No idea who did this or why. The place inside is still a mess as I haven't been motivated to clean it up, but I do need to do it before Janet comes. She knows something happened, but I need to minimize it to her or I'm sure she will flip out. I seem to vaguely recall that about her.
While trying to put my desk back together again, I found a CD in a false bottom of a drawer. No label, of course, but I popped it in my computer and was immediately prompted for a password. I have no idea what that could be. So, for right now, I am out of luck.
Of course I tried 45317. You don't think I am that off my rocker, do you?
I decided to put Janet off for one more day. The black around my eyes is starting to turn a pale yellow and I really don't want her to think I'm as bad off as I am. I need to play things off as if I remember everything. At least until I figure out what side she is on. And what side I am on too.
She's getting anxious, though. So, I'll probably have to see her tomorrow.
I went for a walk last night to get re-acclimated to the city and to see if I could jar my memory at all. Not much is working for me, but I find it strange that the only phone calls I am getting are from Janet. No family. No work wondering where I am. No landlord banging on my destroyed door looking for rent. No mail in the mailbox. Someone went through a lot to make sure I am as clean a slate as possible.
The walk was productive though, in that I returned to find the door and windows repaired. No idea who did this or why. The place inside is still a mess as I haven't been motivated to clean it up, but I do need to do it before Janet comes. She knows something happened, but I need to minimize it to her or I'm sure she will flip out. I seem to vaguely recall that about her.
While trying to put my desk back together again, I found a CD in a false bottom of a drawer. No label, of course, but I popped it in my computer and was immediately prompted for a password. I have no idea what that could be. So, for right now, I am out of luck.
Of course I tried 45317. You don't think I am that off my rocker, do you?
posted by Dim at 9:26 AM
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