I just need this recorded on my blog right now.

Something is not right here. I know myself, I know my habits, I know something isn’t right.

I can’t find my recipes from today. That is not right. I always keep the receipts. Where are the receipts?

I know this isn’t right. I know I ate a meal, had some wine. It was not very good wine. It could not have been more than 4 glasses at the most?

I know my limit with wine. It cannot have possibly been more than that. I know what time that restaurant closes. I know what time I left. Where is my receipt?

Suddenly I woke up and I was up on my rooftop alone wearing a different outfit. Last recorded story was 6 hours ago. Where did the time go?

That’s not right. I know that is not right.

I know that isn’t right.

I remember things. I remember so many things. Like when I was with The Russian. I remember all of that. We were drinking wine. The amount of drinks did not matter. I remember all of that.

I always go to the same place. I always order the same thing. But then I went to a different place today and I had so much less to drink, yet I can’t remember anything, and I lost my receipt. That doesn’t make sense.

I was day drinking. I ate a meal first. I was writing most of the day. I know I did not drink that much. I know I did not. I was timing it by the hour. I know it’s not right.

That’s not like me. I know it’s not. I know I left around 9pm. That is my habit. I know my habit. I know how much I had. I know because I keep the receipts. I always keep track. But I can’t find the receipt. And now six hours are lost.

Something is not right here. I know it’s not. I know it’s not. I know myself. I know my habits. I always keep the receipts. I can’t find my receipt. I lost six hours. This is the third time this has happened to me in the same neighborhood in the last month.

Something is not right here.

I know it’s not right.

I know it’s not right.

I know it. I know it. I know it. I know it.