A lost month. If you've been following me since the beginning of the year, you know I've sort of been rating my months in order to determine if this is a good year. I sort of map out how I think each month will turn out at the beginning of every new one and analyze them after their completion.

Today was the last day in June... I think years from now, I'll look back and say it was the best June I remember up to this point... And yet I don't remember much of it at all.

Query: Where is my green skirt? The one with the deep pockets? I called the Gault in case I left it there with my black sweater. Niether was to be found. I then realized I don't know where my white capris are or my black ones for that matter. I know the little green vest is in my closet, but where's the white blouse! Ahhhh, I feel like someone's been taking away my clothes. In particular almost everything that I took to NA is missing.

That's what I feel like about June. It's been a blur. I only remember some things. Most of it is a black out. My friend told me that she used to feel this way if she got really drunk. I told her I've felt that way too. Reasons aside, the results are annoying to say the least.

Where is my green skirt?! I only got to wear it once. Do you think I'll ever see it again? Sigh. I'll never forget that skirt. Even if I never see it again...

Arrggghh!!!! I refuse to say goodbye to that skirt. I'm going to go find it, right now!