I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I'm sure this is how we've all felt at one time, because we're all human.

My self softens into nothing, my friend becomes quiet and peaceful, and here we are.

I wrote the above, last night, of a day that I just discovered, I don't remember. The neighbor had to be Daniel, I'll check when he gets off work.

But I touched base with my smokin buddy today, laughing about speeding down his driveway yesterday and sliding to a stop at his door. He remembered it very well, except it was the day before.

Which officially means I don't remember yesterday at all. My friend mentioned coming by with his brother last night while Daniel was there. I was on the ground out front at some point, Daniel said just leave him alone, he'll pick himself up, according to stories.

Today I remember so far. Bought some meatloaf and veggies at Legends, their first customer at 1030. Hit the Park, ran into a guy named Jerry who I've met before up there. We chated about old campers on old trucks, owned by old guys.

It's so weird to lose a day of your life. Tomorrow is important, I will be hooking up with the beautiful Erica at 1030. She has the most amazing light blue eyes, a true southern sweetheart, and she is going to cut most every hair off my head and face.

I have not cut a single hair off my head (ok, shaved a few off the top) since she did it before Christmas last year, along with the Christmas Nails.

I'm a mess, and I'm hoping she can bring me back to life. She has moved on from the Beauty College and landed at a great beauty shop in the middle of town.

I had to book this appointment last week, she's our new popular hair stylist in town. She asks about me every time Daniel goes in, and she's about to get my wild ass hairy head tomorrow!