Our car battery was dead this morning. We were so tempted to run away to the forest but eventually we called aaa who came out and charged it. It turns out a car must be driven at least 6 miles per week but we weren't doing that.

Maybe we shouldn't dig up early childhood memories anymore because our brain is starting to scare us. Last night we had terror. It's impossible to describe but it's one of those things you don't expect or even think about or could understand until it happens.

We can deal with complete personality changes throughout the day but lately our memory is getting fuzzy from time to time, like in waves. And we have some missing memories lately. We don't have anyone to help us so if our DID gets to the point where we can't go to the supermarket alone then I guess it's over.