Post by flroberts on Jul 5, 2007 23:29:59 GMT -8
In an effort to keep my sanity I'm going to start writing this journal. On the off chance anyone finds this later maybe some entry I make now or in the future will help them; at the very least, someone will know that I existed.
My name is Franklin L Roberts. I know this because I have a flimsy white band around my wrist that has a name printed in barely legible dox matrix print, and I'm assuming that it is me. I have no memories of who I am, where I am, or basically anything. I woke up here about an hour ago, so maybe more will come to me as time passes.
Might as well start to jog the old memory, and no better way to do that than writing I suppose. In that vein, I'm going to describe to room around me, as maybe sometime during the course of my typing a revalation will don on me. Or, better yet, I'll wake up.
It's a fairly spartan area, with a military cot, a chamber pot, and a simple wooden desk with two legs, the end attached somehow to the wall. The only thing that was out of place was this pda that I'm typing into right now, which was on the desk. There is a solid metal door (that's obviously locked) barring my way out of this place. The only light source is a flickering circular flourecent light. Everything is also spotlessly clean, except the chamber pot which has been used, strangely enough. Yeah, this place seems pretty barren and devoid of anything I can use to break the monotony. This PDA is basically a glorified notepad as well. I would check my pockets, but I have none as I'm wearing a gown of sorts, like a hospital type. Thank god it isn't chilly here, as it's a bit drafty if you know what I mean.
On tha last flicker I swear I saw something shiny in that pot. I don't know if I'm that desperate or not to look, maybe I'll wait around and see what's up instead of fishing through my own (or someone else's, who knows?) excrement.
What the hell should I do? Maybe there is something I haven't thought of? It's just been an hour and I'm already losing it.
My name is Franklin L Roberts. I know this because I have a flimsy white band around my wrist that has a name printed in barely legible dox matrix print, and I'm assuming that it is me. I have no memories of who I am, where I am, or basically anything. I woke up here about an hour ago, so maybe more will come to me as time passes.
Might as well start to jog the old memory, and no better way to do that than writing I suppose. In that vein, I'm going to describe to room around me, as maybe sometime during the course of my typing a revalation will don on me. Or, better yet, I'll wake up.
It's a fairly spartan area, with a military cot, a chamber pot, and a simple wooden desk with two legs, the end attached somehow to the wall. The only thing that was out of place was this pda that I'm typing into right now, which was on the desk. There is a solid metal door (that's obviously locked) barring my way out of this place. The only light source is a flickering circular flourecent light. Everything is also spotlessly clean, except the chamber pot which has been used, strangely enough. Yeah, this place seems pretty barren and devoid of anything I can use to break the monotony. This PDA is basically a glorified notepad as well. I would check my pockets, but I have none as I'm wearing a gown of sorts, like a hospital type. Thank god it isn't chilly here, as it's a bit drafty if you know what I mean.
On tha last flicker I swear I saw something shiny in that pot. I don't know if I'm that desperate or not to look, maybe I'll wait around and see what's up instead of fishing through my own (or someone else's, who knows?) excrement.
What the hell should I do? Maybe there is something I haven't thought of? It's just been an hour and I'm already losing it.
