First off, I didn't have a single drink last night. And I've never used any drugs. So there.

Despite all that, there is about a two to four hour time period from last night that I cannot account for. I wasn't drunk. I wasn't high. There's just something of a blank spot in my memory when I try to retrace my steps. I know, however, that I did buy a bag of chips, two boxes of donut holes, a candy bar, trash bags, a carton of tea. . . and a can of stew. I also know that I went for a walk last night, at about one-thirty am. I don't know where I went, save one place. There was a moment last night, where I opened my eyes and looked around. To my shock, I was sitting on the steps of the Catholic church down the road. Apparently this moment of lucidity didn't last long, because my next coherent memory is walking into my room, mad as a wet hen. I was cursing up a storm for some reason and it took me another hour or two to get to sleep.

So, apparently, I was wandering around the streets of this foul city without any real consciousness. But I must have displayed some level of coherence and cognizance to be able to make those bizarre purchases. I don't know. It just seems all to weird to black-out for a few random hours. I guess that I even called Mom and asked her to pray for me. And it has come to my attention that I wrote some sort of distressed email to Haley as well.

That can't be normal. And the worst part? I don't think that it's the first time this has happened.