Memory Loss

Monday, August 07, 2006

Last night I went back to my room. Winnie told me the hotel sent me a slice of cake.

I asked her, "Nice annot?"
Winnie, "Ya."

I went to her room to talk to her, Charlotte and Wendy. Saw her finished plate of cake.

I asked her, "Nice annot?"
Winnie, "Ya."

Walking back to my room, I saw my cake on the table.

I asked her, "Nice annot?"
Winnie, "It's quite sweet."

Then her replies began to sink in. I realised I asked her quite a number of times. Must be here too long. I am becoming like them. Keep asking the same questions.