Then, when the video started playing, Sting's "Every Breath You Take" came on.
Creepy. Or maybe I just need to go to bed. I dun wanna though. I almost started writing. Had some fairly good sentences down before I got mad and deleted them. Maybe if I stay up longer, I'll actually keep them. My problem is patience. I know what I want to say, but my mind already knows what's going on and the rest of me doesn't want to spend the time forming coherent sentences to explain it to everybody else.
Hah! And now Joe Nichols' "The Impossible" just came on. If I had the determination to go against my nature, things would be so much better for me.
I shouldn't be posting while sleep deprived. Really, I shouldn't. I don't think it reads any different from posts where I'm not sleep deprived, but then again...I'm sleep deprived. So. Yeah.
"Do you know what your name is?"
"Hm? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you know where you are, who you are, but not how you got here?"
"You said I got hit on the head."
"You did have a rather large contusion..."
"Well, could that explain it?"
"What did you do for a living?"
"For a living...?"
"Yes. What was your job?"
"I was...something. I did something."
"That's what I thought. You worked for a PR firm. Wonderful employee. It's perfectly natural for you not to remember, and I'll warn your employer so he can inform everyone else."
"What? But I remember guns...?"
"That's right. You repesented people who sold video games."
"Video games have guns?"
"Haven't you ever heard of Grand Theft Auto?"
"Oh dear, this is more serious than I thought. Well, we're just going to have to find you another job, Mister Murdoc. Just to help ease you back into your place in the corporate world."
"I...this isn't right somehow..."
"Of course it isn't right man! You have amnesia! But don't worry, now you can make a new life for yourself that has nothing to do with violent video games!"
"Now now, no need to be grateful. You need your rest!"
"Wait...what's in that...no...I don't...want...sleep..."
"How is he?"
"Alive, knows his name, understands everything he needs to."
"Good. I do believe our super-sekrit attempt at mind control is working!"
"...no. No it isn't. He's questioning..."
"Let him! He thinks he has amnesia! Of course he's going to question!"
"Calm down. You're turning a nasty shade of blue. All I meant was, I don't think he'll buy it for long...he's not like the others. He actually has a will. Strong."
"Well. We'll just have to place him in an evironment that's familiar enough to his past to keep him from questioning. Don't you have a friend named McGunner?"
"Angus? He's a lazy, good for nothing jerkass who somehow manages to get out of doing his job and getting someone else in trouble for it."
"Excellent. It's perfect. Murdoc will never know the difference."
"Excuse me? A guy who's able to use office supplies to get out of life threatening jams is nothing like one who uses his boss's handicap to his own advantage to keep from having to do his own job."
"Pfft. We'll just tell him McGunner is his arch nemesis, and whether the guy's a jerkass or not, Murdoc will never know the difference. Because they both use office supplies!!!"
"Don't do that. You have a bad habit of spitting when you do that. Fine. I'll give McGunner a call. No doubt he'll find some convincing way of getting Murdoc hired on without ever having said a word."