Death Journal #8
Entry #sides of a stop sign. As the days wear on, I have an increased desire to count geometric shapes – somehow the only math I’ve been able to retain as the amnesia has set in. Useless, but at least I can still count to a dodecahedron. Three sides, baby! The Tic Tacs have been useless. I’m starting to think self-medication isn’t the answer. Time to trace these symptoms back to their root cause. The amnesia is strong today. While I was walking through campus, a bunch of different people said hi to me in the halls today, and I had no idea who any of them were. A bunch of girls kept smiling at me and being friendly, eventually inviting me to some random building where we sang songs and got a “message” (sadly not a massage). It was really cool – it was like I was a part of some secret club that called themselves “the relief society”. Towards the end as the role was passed around, I realized I was actually a part of the club. What else have I already forgotten? What other secret clubs am I a part of? The Accolades? DCo? AAA? EFY? EIEIO??
The Student
