I managed to lose a week. Last thing I remember was talking to my mother on the phone. It was an ok phone call, not too stressful or anything. I was talking to her about the hard cinnamon bars I found in the dairy down in the Octagon since we both love them. It was all a big joke really, I told her she needs to drive all the way down to Dunedin to get me some, saying if she doesnâ€™t it proves she doesnâ€™t love me. It was a joke weâ€™ve made before, not a big minefield. But this time she got all serious and said, well that she never loved me. The tone wasnâ€™t joking, she was completely serious. She went on to say other stuff, I donâ€™t really remember it, just that vague dissociated feeling that it was about how she was unable to ever connect to me, to feel anything for me, even from birth. It obviously triggered something bad in us, because the next thing I know Iâ€™m standing in the kitchen staring at the eggs cooking in the pan and itâ€™s Friday.
It seems all of us that regularly front run were pushed aside. Iâ€™ve checked and there was no memory of the time that passed. Itâ€™s been a long time since thatâ€™s happened. I donâ€™t think anything bad happened in this last week. In fact it seems someone actually fixed the problem we were having with firefox, so Iâ€™m not panicked that we ran off and moved homes, or slept around with half the town. But itâ€™s still odd to have to deal with losing long periods of time again.