80 - In a cabin.

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I guess the blackouts kept happening, because all week I've been waking up in places where I don't know how I got there. Once in my car, once in an empty field, and one time sitting in a tire swing. Well, just my ankles were in the swing, the rest of me was flopped on the ground. That one was not too comfortable.

The last blackout must have been the worst. Somebody must have found me and taken me in, because now I am locked inside some cabin with two cots and not much else except this bowl of thin oatmeal which is really quite good. I wonder what they put in it. But they took my clothes, so all I have now is underwear and this thin brown robe with a hood. I sure didn't see this coming. At least they left me my phone so I can keep typing in my journals.

And my headaches are totally gone. As disorienting as all this is, I feel peaceful for the first time in weeks. Sooner or later I'll figure out where I am and who put me in here, but for now I am content to just sit and comfortably do nothing for a bit.

Taking all my clothes was weird, but whatever. But did they really have to shave off all my hair, too? I had great hair.

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