Dec 4th 1999 - saturday morning - or afternoon really... its almost 2pm.
Still a bit hung over from the art show last night. I sold some drawings so that's good. I needed the money.
There was a message on my machine this morning from a guy who said he was at my show last night but had to leave early and didnt get a chance to talk to me. He said he was a friend of Ed Cross, the guy I did the neurological experiment with... Ed Cross, who didnt come to the show, after all the tests I did for him... and lost a week of time for him...not to mention the previous 11 days of wearing those sensors on my head... thanks Ed.
Anyway, this guy says he's interested in trying to figure out what happened to me exactly - my strange memory lapse. He says he thinks he can use his fancy equipment to tap into my subconscious. All these doctors wanting to examine my head!!! What the hell is the deal here??? And this dude, doesnt even leave his name or number - just says "I will speak to you soon" and hangs up. Kinda weird.
Of course, it's not quite as weird as the triangular scribbles on the piece of paper I found wadded up inside my shoe this morning. Dont even ask.