Something very strange is going on.
I had a good sleep last night, so I am wide awake now.
The old grey cells are in cracking form. I could probably solve a Sudoku in fifteen seconds flat, but I daren’t try, as it would only send me to sleep again.
The problem is that my memory has been wiped.
I can’t remember a damned thing.
I have a sneaking suspicion that it is something to do with that fecking laptop of mine. It is getting it’s revenge. It has somehow wiped my hard disk. I vaguely recall having a row with it over something. I checked its hard disk, and that is fine. It is full of the usual crap, but I’m not sure what the crap is.
I know the simple things, like that today is Monday, and that my name is Sophie, but the rest is gone.
I have vague recollections that I have built up from fragmented memories. There was something about an overdue invoice that I have to flame someone for. There was something about a book that I’m supposed to be reading or something.
Unfortunately, I have been somewhat cavalier in my attitudes lately, and I didn’t bother making a backup of my memory. I know that’s foolish, but maybe it’s my fault for wanting to live dangerously. I am paying the price now. Not that it makes much difference, because even if I had made a backup, I wouldn’t remember where it is.
I’m not even sure why I’m typing this. I have vague recollections of typing in this programme before, but I’m not sure what it does. I know I type things, and then press a button called ‘Publish’, but I haven’t a clue what happens after that.
What the hell is going on?
Who am I?
What am I?
Should I give a damn?