A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

Drove to Miri two days ago. It was about two and a half hours drive with two friends in my car. When we arrived at the hotel, I was beat. Felt like I could just lie down and fall sleep immediately. Right then I thought to myself, I should have asked someone to take over halfway to Miri, at the border perhaps.

My friend, the would-be groom by the next day, met up with us and took us to our room. I chose a room, put my passport down on the bed together with my bag.

Then I spaced out. I had no idea what happened in the next few minutes.

When I came to, I was walking out of the bathroom and giong for my bag. I took out my shirt and pants and put them on hangers and then hanging them in the closet. I looked at where the passport was, or at least I thought it was, but it wasn’t there. I searched my bag, it wasn’t there. I looked in the toilet, it wasn’t there. I shouted to see who was playing a prank on me, no one was.

Went to the car and searched, not there. Went back up and emptied my bag, not there. Panick-stricken now, went down to the car again, it wasn’t there. Then my friends called and said they found it. It was in the drawer by the bed.

I had no recollection of it at all. I was that tired. Or, as what Denny Crane would call it, Mad Cow.