80 - In a cabin.
joneworlds@mailbox.org

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.