Early Onset Dementia.

This house is haunted. Or perhaps it's just sitting atop a psychic hotspot, or maybe Missoula is some sort of inter-dimensional portal, or a Hellmouth. (Or maybe I've just been watching too much "Angel.")

Regardless, this house has taken to fucking with its residents.

I present Jared's complete loss of sanity as "Exhibit A." Beyond that, Ryan's been hearing voices and seeing imaginary cats. And I keep waking up vertiginous, severely disoriented.

On the 4th of July, for instance, I woke up on the couch with the impression that I'd been locked in the condemned house down the street. But I did know I was in Missoula. And I knew my name.

Last night, though, I woke up struggling to hang on to the bed which kept trying to tip me off, while somehow feeling as if I had been buried alive, and baffled as to where and who I was. After remembering my name, I spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out what country or state I was in ("My bed is full sand, so I must be somewhere near a beach... Am I in Australia? Maybe I'm back in Texas?"), which led me to try and figure out what year it was ("How old am I? If I'm in Australia, I'm 12, so it's... 1996? 1997?"), the time of day, etc. Finally, I decided I was in Missoula, but where in Missoula I might be was still pretty hazy...

Eventually, I cleared up the mess that was my head. But I've been stumbling through the day feeling as if I've totally lost my bearings.

I don't like it.

I wonder if this is what Alzheimer's or senility feels like?