Drunk Francine

Mindfuck’ed

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Entry# 4

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know where to begin today… I don’t even remember all the details fully but what I do remember pisses me off that I can’t remember more of it!

So last year Stan forgot our anniversary and I might have slightly overreacted, so this year I was sure Stan would remember it. He could never forget a beating like that!

Apparently, I was wrong.

Like I said, I don’t remember everything that happened, so I’m just trying to make sense of it all. Ya’ know?

Anyway, I clearly remember Stan coming home late and that he had forgotten our anniversary again. I told him that I would never forget this and I was about to… I dunno walk out? He stopped me and handed me a card…. and that’s when things get fuzzy.

I didn’t know at the time but Stan had tried to erase my memory so I wouldn’t know he forgot our anniversary! I woke up at the CIA and I didn’t know who anyone was! The oddest part was I thought it was TWENTY years ago!!! I found out later that Stan meant to have them just erase just the last day… apparently, they overshot a bit!

So there I was, thinking I was eighteen again. In fact, I thought I was right where I was twenty years ago, I thought these suits were there to throw me out of the Def Leppard concert I had worked so hard to get backstage of.

I actually remembered the taste of the roadie I had to blow to get in there too!

I freaked out a bit and I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up in my current house, which freaked me the hell out at the time! A House, a nark, kids, an alien, and a talking fish was just too much to deal with man. I think I fainted or something because the next thing I knew I was back in the apartment I had when I was eighteen.

I was pretty confused but I did so much partying at that age that I shrugged the whole thing off as just another hallucination. I seemed to have a new roommate too, but again I partied so often that I would be missing entire weeks of my life so that was kind of normal too.

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