. . .
I'm sorry but, I don't remember a lot of last night.
We all went to the library. It was closed for some reason... I think they were working on something for it? Ugh, well, we looked around a bit and eventually I found... Well no, first I fucking walked around to the back, where you can make your way to the park, right? A fucking squirrel jumped out and scared the shit out of me. I mean, fuck, can I be any jumpier?
Now, see, in this little alley/space before you follow along the path to the park, there is one single tree. I am POSITIVE I approached it with Diane, and saw an envelope in it. I grabbed it and saw my name was on it.
But, umm, then everything went blank. I woke up in my bed this morning with no memory past that. And no envelope. I asked Diane... She says there was no envelope, and that I hit my head after tripping or something. Apparently everyone had to bring me home because I was really out of it. Shannon wasn't there to see the thing, so she doesn't remember it either... However, she says that after a few minutes, I told everyone we were done and headed out for dinner like planned.
I've had nights like this before, but only after getting SERIOUSLY drunk. But I don't think I was drinking...
I suppose this was a combination of lack of sleep, stress, and someone ACTUALLY hitting their head. The guy who called me must have just wanted to send me somewhere to annoy me, or saw I had a bunch of people and didn't go through with whatever they wanted. Fucking idiots.
Does lack of sleep affect memory? I think it does. That would make sense.