80 - In a cabin.
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I guess the blackouts kept happening, because all
week I've been waking up in places where I don't
know how I got there. Once in my car, once in an
empty field, and one time sitting in a tire
swing. Well, just my ankles were in the swing, the
rest of me was flopped on the ground. That one was
not too comfortable.
The last blackout must have been the
worst. Somebody must have found me and taken me
in, because now I am locked inside some cabin with
two cots and not much else except this bowl of
thin oatmeal which is really quite good. I wonder
what they put in it. But they took my clothes, so
all I have now is underwear and this thin brown
robe with a hood. I sure didn't see this
coming. At least they left me my phone so I can
keep typing in my journals.
And my headaches are totally gone. As disorienting
as all this is, I feel peaceful for the first time
in weeks. Sooner or later I'll figure out where I
am and who put me in here, but for now I am
content to just sit and comfortably do nothing for
a bit.
Taking all my clothes was weird, but whatever. But
did they really have to shave off all my hair,
too? I had great hair.
